I’ve decided to expand this piece into a series, so here is one of the sections on his ear. It is based on Vincent’s many unrequited loves and his life as a mentally ill, and struggling artist. Arles, December 23rd, 1888 He barely felt it: as the blade shredded the skin between his skull and … Continue reading vincent in love (the severed ear series)
Tag: fiction
All Alone
I am home alone most nights. Shocker. My mom left when I was only a few years old, so she has not been home since then. My dad is gone too. He’s usually at the bar on the corner of 73rd Ave and 52nd street. I have only seen him sober a couple times; he … Continue reading All Alone
Lost
It’s been almost five years since Amaya Omar has last visited her hometown. Five years since she had last seen her mother. Five years since the death of her younger brother, Aqil Omar. Amaya had come to visit her mother in George Town for a couple of weeks, before … Continue reading Lost
if loving you kills me tonight: a monologue
Isabella, a 21-year-old has just spent the last 3 years with her supposed soul mate. Soon, he is no longer the same man who showered her with the gentlest and purest of loves, but rather a man unable to control the violent winds that possess his being, unleashing a hurricane of pain and desolation upon … Continue reading if loving you kills me tonight: a monologue
The Magician
It is December 24, 1926 and brilliant lights of emerald and gold cast a faint hue on the skins of the performers. The magician’s second hand suit was becoming far too large for him as he progressively lost more and more weight, the white lights of the mirror projected onto his blanched skin, making it … Continue reading The Magician
A Investigation into the Strange Ikea Disappearances
They were children separated from mothers in the BRAVEN toilet plunger aisle. They were couples mid fight, storming off, then becoming lost in the twisting landscape of pseudo-Swedish-home decor. They were the confused husbands with lists of odd symbols getting PAX wardrobes muddled with HEX end tables. And they all end up here. The statistics … Continue reading A Investigation into the Strange Ikea Disappearances
Letting Go
Tiredness seeped into my bones, right into the metal like rust, and Holy Hell did I want to sleep, just wanted to close my eyes, they were so heavy. It wasn’t good to though. Not now, not when I was so close, not when I could very well make it. Not when I could feel … Continue reading Letting Go
the euphoria of him and i
“Lavender nights are our greatest treasure where we can be just who we want to be Round us all up, send us away that’s what you’d really like to do But we’re too strong, proud, unafraid in fact we almost pity you You act from fear, why should that be What is it that you … Continue reading the euphoria of him and i