Part I I sat awkwardly between two people on the train home. My shoulders tucked and my hands were resting on my knees. I longed to stretch my legs but before me were a herd […]
Read Part I here I got out of the car and approached the worn blue gate, remembering the day my father had put it up. He told us it was for the animals in case […]
A short story about a woman who fled war and is now returning to her native country after 29 years.
I got caught in the midst of rush hour on Thursday. The worst time of the day when you’re in London; crowded trains filled with business people or tourists. Everyone receives a fair amount of […]
Me: an imaginist, a vivid wanderer. You could say perhaps, a narcissist. I’ve always found myself different from others. Of course we’re all different from each other; unique is the word. But the ones around […]
Inspired by Maya Angelou’s, ‘I know why the caged bird sings’, I decided a write a short story about the backbone of the poem. I was so moved after reading such emotional piece of writing, […]