Modernism Stories

Thoughts might be 'scribbled' upon a blank page of the mind when a gust of emotion strikes you at any corner. Perhaps this is resultant of what is addressed as 'spontane...

As I read through these notes I left behind, I never knew the last moment we were together were never captured. Thus, the threads of fate were finally weaved, as the st...

❅⊰1⊱❅ A collection of poems with themes rooted in everyday life and problems that face society. This first section focuses on the present, and all the turmoil that many...

I walk this lonely road *applies black lipstick* the only road I have ever known *puts on black eyeliner* "It's not a phase, I repeat it's NOT a phase."

All of us need grains of pixie dust to claim our core self and to fill the chasms in our lives. And what better tool can there be than poetry. Pixie dust brings you the...

Trapped in a world unlike any other he has seen, the Doctor faces the greatest challenge of his many lives. One final test. And he must face it alone...

I try to create a dynamic in which im able to condense the entire universe into everyday physical objects, and then specifically extrapolate all of emotion into a single...

Paul Masters is a troubled and irresponsible young man who doesn't much care about himself or his future until he crashes into the elderly Mrs. Halston one morning while...

An old man remembers the times before his country was destroyed by the West, or that's how he thinks it went.

En omendring av manuset mitt "Endring" til ei novelle.

A story about three sisters I dearly love and the worst of crimes.

A poem.

A short, sort-of-excerpt from a novel I'm working on. The story takes place in Peru, and it includes gypsies, and shanty towns, and a camera. And, of course, a theme in...

This is a poem for an English Assignment that I had worked so hard on, so I thought "Why not upload it?" I guess it's difficult, complex and slightly unnerving...

Blood and Bloom. Wilt and Overgrowth. Death and Life. Following are six Romantic Modernist poems about vulnerability, mental illness, and the dilemma of growth and when...

She could feel it churning within her. It was consuming her slowly; the hatred, anger and detachment. What could she do but to succumb to her tumultuous emotions?

Not just poetry for humanity. Poetry for me too. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, even words can explain the complications in ones...