Karim’s story – a life in a drabble

At the end of the world, Karim breathed. It wasn’t ideal, but this was how it was. His own mind had already pointed out that when everything else is finished, whatever’s left behind will do. And it wasn’t much. The fighting had been – catastrophic. The deaths too many to count and his scars and…

The Festival. Day two. Of babywipes and breakfast.

Beautiful people, I know this is way overdue. I think I grossly overestimated my available creative mind-space in the idea to start a new serial the week before starting a new job! When I sat down to write this weekend after a full day of visitng Wimbledon (check out my instagram feed ^_-) on Saturday and…

Some stories can only be told in reverse

Hey beautiful people! How is life? How has your week been? How is your imagination? Have you escaped from reality yet? Sometimes we need to leave it all behind for just a small moment. To grasp something different, to breathe in another life, another world, another place. To feel something outside of the moment right now…

The Winter King (Part Three)

I like stories that can be read in bite-sized chunks. Because of this, and for the sake of the tale, you will have to wait until Tuesday for the final part of The Winter King’s story. In the meantime, here is part three, some Sunday reading for you (or Monday reading depending where in the…

The Winter King (Part Two)

Every good fairytale has a beginning, a middle, and an ending. Funny that I thought this story only had two parts. I was wrong! Also, I am sorry it took two days longer than the promised week to arrive. I’d like to think that good things take time, but procrastination is also a thing that…