Tattered Stories

This poem is a quiet companion to the passing years (mine especially) It listens to the way time wears us down without noise or ceremony It speaks to the soft damage we carry and the beauty that survives it A reflection on how the soul frays, not because it is weak But because it stayed open long enough to feel everything. I know a lot of us feel this way sometimes... There is always a way out. A way to the light.

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A rich woman much decide whether or not to feed a hungry, homeless man.

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The wild, hidden town of Shadow Hills holds a secret. Sebastian Bloom has the perfect life working as a private detective in the city of New York, with his shady girlfriend, Storm Edar. However, when he finds a tattered note in his cellar, he begins to realise that things are not quite as they seem in the Bloom family. A rave leaves Sebastian with some startling questions about his past, and he sets off to a deserted cabin to find some answers. At first the people of Shadow Hills are suspicious and ill-manned. He is intrigued by the curiously intuitive psychiatrist, Roxane Becks. However, after she introduces him to hard alcohol, Sebastian slowly finds himself drawn into a web of impersonation, adultery and perhaps, even man slaughter. Can Sebastian resist the charms of Roxane Becks and uncover the secret of the tattered note before it's too late, or will his demise become yet another dark legend?

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Matt is stuck in the slums of New York City, fighting to get by and struggling to accept his past that was far from fufilling. Anna walked out of a terrible accident that claimed both of her parents. Stumbling away with no other purpose than to escape her pain, her life is far from meaningful When the two broken misfits meet, is it possible that through their shattered souls they can begin to heal one another? And is it possible to love another person when you hold no love for yourself?

they have a box... but what is the point in it??

Hailey Jameson isn't like the other girls her age; Hailey is homeless. After being on the streets since she was 17, Hailey’s pretty much accepted her fate, that is, until she meets Daniel King, one of the most eligible bachelors and son of the most wealthy man in New York. How can she possibly tell him she has nothing, when he has everything? But nothing can stay secret forever. Everything has to come crashing down at some point—it is just a matter of when.

Recently our country had faced something which was beyond our imagination, This is not only one but if we turn the pages of history we will come across many moments and protest. Sorrow the only word that comes to my mind because revenge is not a solution. I've tried just to pay tribute to every mother seeing her child fighting for our country. Definitely THIS IS NOT ENOUGH.

Flash creative nonfiction pieces that together create the narrative of my truth. New chapters added weekly.

My poems

A collection of short poems expressing the feelings of a a forgotten and broken girl.

A short story about a soldier's coat, and all the memories that accompany it.