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writer frustrated block

Oh muse, where art thou?

The sound of silence surrounds me but the echo of my thoughts engulfs me My blinkers keep battering while iLie awake.. yet my emotions seem to be asleep with the rest of the world. Has my muse forsaken me? For all iFeel is the captivity of loss-for-words. So many thoughts and emotions to pen down … Continue reading Oh muse, where art thou?

A Bevy Of Words

A Bevy Of Words

These are four micro stories, written by me in an attempt to try out the fait diver format recently popularized by Teju Cole’s ‘Small fates’ Dorothy had imagined growing old and having children; children with high intellects and cute feet. She hated ugly feet. When the time came to choose though, it was either intellect … Continue reading A Bevy Of Words

Disliking Natasha Deverill (2).

Disliking Natasha Deverill (2).

Mr. Shammah is talking. “Hellooo. Hellooo. Alright, silence everyone. The 3rd round is about to start. Silence… SAAAAIIIIILENCE!” The buzz of voices across the Hall reduces. Me and my teammates hold hands, bow our heads and say a short prayer. I see Tash smirking. Hmm. Let her smirk. This competition is just like ‘Who Wants … Continue reading Disliking Natasha Deverill (2).

Fib, Fibber, Fibbest.

Fib, Fibber, Fibbest.

All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players: – William Shakespeare (I hear his friends called him ‘Willy Shakes’)   Reading through that oh-so-famous quote again, I have to try to re-infer Shakespeare’s meaning: was he talking about the transient nature of the human existence? Or was it really a … Continue reading Fib, Fibber, Fibbest.