Modernism Stories

"Who are we when we live through someone else?" A cyclical work of postmodern, surrealist fiction, shaped primarily by the influences of modernist writers such...

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?

A collection of literary analysis I have done during university that I am proud of! Abstracts below. I hope you enjoy reading them and they may aid any students in their...

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...

The FUTURE is NOW. What are you going to do with your Facebook profile when you perish. What will happen with your blogs? Is there a part of your personality that will o...

"To the Obsolete Romeo!" is a short play/drama that has not so effort making Romeo, a Romeo for whom money is a priority to love. He is anachronism to courtshi...

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...

A collection of some of my poems. Mostly about the world, about other people, and about my muse (aka my troubled friend in school). Hah. I write free style and slightly...

12 poems of love, essentially reflecting an entire year through verse. The poems may not explicitly be about love, or may not completely be about love, but the theme run...

A man's first night in Elbour (Melbourne, Australia) and he is instantly drawn in by it's intoxicating airs.

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...

This poem explores the melancholic beauty of grief and transformation through dual languages, blending the haunting elegance of English with the delicate intensity of Ja...

In this book, join me as i share my passion for drawing buildings. With each turn of the page, you are invited to witness my creations. Each chapter will feature some o...

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...