A Fan

Sitting in the back of the car, staring blankly to the window. Who knows where she's looking at? Outside? Her own reflection? Or the driver's reflection. The driver, weirdly, was honestly someone who personally asked her to go on a date--for a drive. But she couldn't help it when she had an urge to write. … Continue reading A Fan



Midnight, exactly when inspiration flowed down to you like a river that you wished would just dry already. Kill me not, because indeed inspiration was everything that pushed every writer to keep sitting in front of their laptop with their finger dancing on the keyboard. Yet somehow it was like the wind was mocking me … Continue reading Inspiration