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The Chemist by Stephenie Meyer (Book Review)

This was my first lengthier book after a few months of light reading, this was somewhat heavy but not as much weight as I expected. The book was a fun, gripping read. The fact that it was un-put-down-able already beaten... Continue Reading →

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Tick

Patrolling, a routine for us in the depths of the nights where silence, darkness and the resplendent moon light shone into us as we drove around the suburban areas, some covered in thick forests. Occasionally, we turned on the blue... Continue Reading →

“I’m Here.”

Sauntering back to my house in the frigid London night, the street lights stood in a single file at the right of the snowy road, orchestrated by the starry night and the din of the hubbub, fluctuating my heart in... Continue Reading →

Messing With Anger

Routine, 6 in the evening, back from work, I was using the same route back home. Sprinkled with a light jam, inundated with the frustration from my failures and embarrassment carried back from work, with the windows winded down, the... Continue Reading →

Walking On Thin Ice

It was winter, snowing, crystalline white flaked the vicinity that I lived in. The sun glistened across the ice, refracting its glorious resplendence into my vision. A pang of excitement hit me as I got out of my wooden house,... Continue Reading →

Rattlesnake

Living at the edge of Floridian soil, leading a hunter's life with a lovely family of three, cashing in trophies and games for a living. I had been doing this for more than two decades, it was a family tradition.... Continue Reading →

Faceless

Meditating, cross-legged in the waterfall. The water pummeled against my whole being, pressurising my aura, fortifying it into a tougher state. My katana laid silently on my lap. Time was relative. I kept my posture as long as I could... Continue Reading →

Snipped

My head was awakened with knocks of the damned nightmarish droning of the hollowed hideout of the enemy. Skimming the sides of the surrounding in a blurred manner, a brief memory told me that we were captured by the enemy,... Continue Reading →

Clipped

Bathed, it was the dead of the night where everyone had shut off into their reverie where I was here, scoured away the burden that was adhesive to my body for the week. Wreathed in the towel, I leaped gently... Continue Reading →

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