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...