Dear Diary,He looked my way today.I thought I would stop breathing.Why..why did I have to choose someone who is unavailable?I know I am paying for all those lustful thoughts I  had in the past.They were in the past.I have...

Seeing the almond seed,How it had grown.What it looked at her?A little leg…She would feel surprised.Before just an object and now?It was a living being!Either it had always been a living being?Either it was not a living being now?She...

     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...