fiction writing
I had at one point, and quite correctly so I might add, decided that I will not be posting any shorties or poems here. And why not? All that stuff needs time, time to think, to write, and to edit. In short, time that I can’t invest in these
poem
There was this boy in school, his name was Yatin. It was a long time ago, this, almost a decade or so. We used to run, really run; not on a playstation, or an xbox, we did not have these back then. All we had was running, loads and loads
holy wars
Who’ll fight my wars? Who? Who’ll fight my wars? You. Yes, you! Remember what they did to your brother? Your mother, your sister? They raped her; them. They raped them, Burned them alive. All while you watched! Scared, afraid, from afar, From the crowds; Afraid that they’ll
