I close the door and settle in –“Bless me father; I have sinned.”A small partition slides awaythrough which the lattice shadow playreveals your jawline silhouette;a pair of lips I shan’t forget.“How long, my child, since you’ve confessed?”My heart is...

     I write now a short testament as to why I write and what influences me to lift the pen. I write not only for my adoration for creative writing, but as a form of therapy to help...

    I’ve become a writer to find a truth, buried within me for too long. It’s been screaming deeply within, even sprouting to taste the quenching air it has so longed. Feeding it with my taboo desires, which...