I am chained.

You have pushed me into a chasm of despair. It grows deeper as I recall your bitter words and it grows wider when you remain silent. The swirling black fog of despondency refuses to lift. I can move but that chasm seems to move with me – a permanent distance between us. I will have to leap to escape it and you will have to dive. A slight resemblance, a familiar voice, hurls me deeper into the conflict that you do not feel. The chains that you have thrown around my emotions are only bound to you and my fight against them only weakens my resolve. Let them loose so that I can tread, just slightly. Let them loose or bind them forever with your heart.


Where Am I?

I put on my tail and jump into the vast expanse of water. I cut through the surface and race through, like a bullet searching for something that will bring an end to its journey.

I traverse across land, swift and nimble, like a lion hunting for its prey. Searching for something that is in plain sight but cannot be reached. The lighest sound and the prey will disappear, like a candle blown out, like a wisp of smoke. Here, and then gone.

I put on my wings and fly through the skies, loud and boisterous, like they belong to me. But the smallest impact will send me hurtling down and nothing can protect me.

Aimless, but in search, I dive, wander, soar. I have a destination but I do not know where. I am seeking for something but I do not know what. I have something to strive for but I do not know how.

Where do I go?

Creative Writing / Dialogue

(This is going to be the last post with regards to my Creative Writing project since this is the last section in the book. It is a dialogue we wrote as an assignment. It’s in the format of a script.)

All We Are



A cynical Old Woman, the grand mother (sitting in a rocking chair, with a blanket on her knees, eyes closed. Her husband has died recently)

A hopeful Father (holding a new born child)

An idealistic Daughter

Daughter (walking into the room)

Dad, guess what? I got the scholarship to go for the student exchange programme. I’m so excited. A cultural experience. Finally. You are going to let me go, right?


That’s great, honey. Well, yes. I don’t see why not. Keep it down though. The little one’s finally gone to sleep.

Daughter (lowering her voice)

Oops, sorry. Just too excited.


Grand-mother (opens her eyes)

Well, what’s the use? What’s the scholarship going to give you? You get to see new things, new places? After all that, when you’re old, your life’s going to end, and all these “scholarships” won’t mean a thing.


Dad (slightly rocking the child)

Oh come on, Mother. Let’s not go into that. Let’s not spoil the mood.


Grand-mother (raising her voice, slightly quavering)

Look at your father. All his life he worked so hard. He achieved all the goals he set and always succeeded. What did that result in? Did it save him from death? Did it make him immortal? NO. Now, he’s ten feet deep in the ground.


But he did know he achieved something.


Grandma, we don’t set goals to extend our lives. We don’t try to succeed to make ourselves immortal. We do it to enrich our lives. We do it to make ourselves feel like we’ve been successful in doing something. We believe in ourselves, we believe we can change the world because we want to do something in our lives that will make us look back at it and say, “Well, I tried and I hope it makes a difference”. It’s for self-fulfillment.


I say it’s no use.


Mother, she’s right. Look at this child as an example. He’s just come into this world and he’s got big things to do…discover things, set goals, achieve them, be successful. And at some point in his life, God will take him away when he wishes. But just because death is inevitable doesn’t mean that we just let life wile away and not do anything.


After all that the child will achieve, he’ll die. What an end to a hard-working life.


Well, at least he’ll be satisfied that he’s done all that he could do. I’m doing all I can…everything I want to do. I feel like I can bring about a change in this world. And I’m going to work hard and try. When I die, all I can hope for is that I’ve made a difference and contributed to the betterment of others. If I’ve done what I’ve wanted, I’ll die happy. And that’s all that matters.


And soon everyone will forget you and everything you’ve done.


(Child starts to cry)

Father (standing up)

Well, he’s up now. I guess I’ll take him into the room.



Daughter (walking towards her room)

Well, Grandma…I’ve got homework to do. I’ll see you at dinner. You have a little nap.



(Grand-mother, rocking herself, closes her eyes)

Creative Writing / Flash Fiction / 2


He ducked as the plate smashed against the wall behind him. A warm welcome, he thought, as he hurried from the door to the kitchen. The children were at it again. Throwing crockery at each other, thinking it to be “fun”. They were lucky their aims had always missed. Wrong aim this time…one he missed by a second. He didn’t think it was his responsibility to stop them….not anymore. How could it be? His mother was always in the room upstairs, crying and starving herself to death, oblivious to all that was happening downstairs. His father had left home a week ago, and after initial efforts, even the children had stopped trying to make her come down. Now he just shouted at the children who didn’t listen, ducked from yet another airborne plate, grabbed a can of Coke from the refrigerator, went to his room and shut himself in.

Creative Writing / Flash Fiction / 1

(Here is, finally, the first post in “Flash Fiction”. I think this and the following piece were written for assignments and not something I wrote in my free time. Either way, I hope they do justice to the genre itself.)



Shadows quivered on the wall as the candle flickered, then fizzled to nothing. The darkness was a deep black…a void that I had entered. The tiny space I was in was transformed into an infinite space, with darkness wherever I turned. The shadows that had formed due to the candlelight were ghosts from the past. Flickering shadows like playful children running around, the darkness provided a respite from the painful memories that had come flooding back into my mind. Darkness seeped into my head and clouded my mind. Made it dark….and numb.

New Section Coming Soon

This is an end to the fiction section of my Creative Writing project. The next section is “Flash Fiction” and only has a few short pieces in it so I will probably be posting them all in one go! I hope you enjoyed “Fiction” and I hope you enjoy the coming sections as well! I would appreciate feedback since I believe that it always help one to grow! Keep watching out for more!!

Creative Writing / Fiction / 6


12 Sentence Sketch

It was tempting to grab the shining knife and run it through her. I could smell the steely odor of red blood oozing out of her limp body. Out of a deep gash on her back, through the spine. It would be like cutting a cord that kills life. No breathing, no laughing, no sleeping, no dreaming: an end to all the pleasures that one indulges in in life and an end to all the pain and misery her presence causes. Kill and take vengeance. Closure and peace of mind and body and soul. My wish is about to be fulfilled as I close my hand around the blade’s handle. I will remember this day as one when I overcame my trepidation and finished what I came for. A silent slash in her slim spine. “At times violence pacifies”, and it did. Violence, revenge and death.