Some of the best advice I’ve ever got when it comes to writing, came from a course by Neil Gaiman. It taught me how important honesty is as a writer. To show candidness to your readers with each stroke of the pen. And how can you achieve that? By showing vulnerability. It is to tap … More Pride in vulnerability
A story I am writing has reached a point where the path forwards is blocked by a tall and wide wall. I only recently finished an almost one-page long fighting scene between the two characters and it doesn’t seem to flow naturally from thereon. I wrote that scene more to practice and hone my capability … More A bump in the writing road.
For the previous part – click here. “How long is this going to last?” she asked, starring past the closed window. The dark tide had been replaced by cement grey. Barren streets on a day where the green gleamed with the sun’s rays. Like a masterpiece none came to see, because they had better things … More Madness and Innocence – Part 56
Before this whole corona madness, I was a man seeking the comfort of socialising in venues that do not blast deafening music to the point that making conversation is harder than moving mountains with your teeth. And one such place that gave me an interesting memory was an erotic design fair. I had some expectations … More Freedom restrained
For the 54th part – click here. Heat came from behind. A surge that began to push away the cold like a triumphant victory of good versus evil. They stood like this for a little while. The sea hushed, waiting with curiosity for what words would roll off their tongues. “It’s cold. Come to bed.” … More Madness and Innocence – Part 55
For the 53rd part – click here. Silence crept into the room, as the ship ended its annoying creek. With a quill in hand, Madness stared at the paper before him like a man trying to untangle the mysteries of a foreign text. Shame it had no words.. His mind was like the void you … More Madness and Innocence – Part 54
The Doctor looked at the glass. It held the ambery liquid of mild inspiration. A sip to dull the senses, and let the barriers of the mind turn to choking dust. Not too quick, to prevent the coat of fog from shrouding his vision. But not slow enough for the nerves to recover. It was … More The Doctor of Serdavik