(True story, biographical.) "How do you know you're at peace?" I asked my mother once, in my teens. She told me "when your masculine and feminine stop fighting each other, when you stop fighting yourself, that's when you'll find peace." So I asked, "which side should I be then? Which one wins?" My mother smiled … Continue reading The Women in My Life
Have you ever seen her write? Have you ever just sat, and watched her surrender as the paper devoured her soul, as the pen carved into the unmarked linings of reproduced trees? I have. I’ve seen her write. I’ve fallen asleep to the image of her etching patches of her soul into her diary. I’ve … Continue reading Have You Seen Her Write?
As the sun set behind the clouds on which they'd rested all day, I watched as my planet slowly spun into the shadows. I thought about how years ago, almost centuries ago, when "night fall" was seen as dangerous. When the human species started to fear the "demons" that came out to play -- what … Continue reading Soundtracks
Hi all, I've been working on a short-story series called Dear Skye. It is a compilation of fictional letters and poems from Ash to Skye, two characters, one of whom may or may not still be around. It is open to readers' interpretation. Enjoy! Click here to read Dear Skye on Wattpad
Friend and Foe There he glazed through the rainy city streets, carefully dodging puddles while avoiding bumping into crowds. He manoeuvred his body carefully, at times shuffling his shoulders to make room for him to pass. It was almost like he had an invisible, metaphorical shield around him to protect him from bumping into anyone. … Continue reading Friend and Foe
This story is inspired by Huxley's Brave New World and Sid Meier's Civilization V: Brave New World. He swung his rucksack over his shoulder and pulled the door shut behind him as he left the house, once again ready to fly solo into the battlefield. It was an average sunny morning with nothing new except his thoughts and … Continue reading The Change
Searching to find myself But all I find is you I can hardly stand myself So what am I to you? ~Imagine Dragons~ Midnight struck and he was still roaming the streets, trying to find his way home. He'd taken a different route tonight, one that he hadn't frequented for almost a decade. Much had … Continue reading A Decade
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 