Prose

A myriad of short stories, unfinished stories, stories in progress and others that are all found in this collection.

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Burnt Sienna Leaves

“So, your favourite season has always been autumn?” Leaves rustle on a crisp autumn Monday morning...

Blue

He made it seem as though the world could See through his every move... “Translucent-” he whispers, his breath cold like winter and voice soft like the wailings of the wind.

The Bargain

This essay was done while I was still in high school which required us to do a less-than-1500 word essay. The question I chose was called "The Bargain".

Mr. Sendson

A person that has never failed to invade my thoughts, pique my curiosity, capture my attention or be the centre of my reverie is my old-fashion neighbour: Mr. Sendson.

The Lemon Orchard Secret (SP&L)

"Really now?" she said with a playful tone, the look in her eyes full of ambiguity. Her finger reached up to her bronze-coloured hair and twirled a few locks.

Windmill Machine

“ The clock starts ticking...It echos across the room and fades to nothing. The fan on the ceiling creaks and sputters like a broken windmill machine.

Rosseaux

There he goes, Rosseaux. Watching, witnessing, abhorring. Rosseaux walks and stops. Ardently, he imagines. With eyes closed, lashes tender, head tilted to one side.

The Handshake

The hand I shook with was wintrily cold, just like the coolness of laying your own body on the bathroom floor in the morning.