Politics. I know. Chances are the moment you read that first word, your reaction is to tell your brain you’ve had enough of that bullshit, and that is time to reward yourself with some instant gratification of endless, meaningless scrolling. But even then, nothing happens for no reason in a capitalistic world, and it can … Continue reading (Un)political correctness, protests and democratic debating (Personal essay)

Three words. That was it. By the time the girl realised what had just fluttered out of her mouth, she understood the consequences of her action. Another reality she also understood at such tender an age was the propensity to and correlation of human beings to the act of erring. The long period of quietness … Continue reading Three words – Flash fiction 500 word story

The Retreat follows our protagonist, Joseph, as he decides to address his writer’s block head-on by moving to a writer’s retreat, a conglomerate of bungalows deep in the woods where artists move to for inspiration. He goes on to meet the groundsman by the name of Steve, a solitary elder man who spends his days … Continue reading New work in progress: ‘The Retreat’ horror story – synopsis

In Love with Lisbon “I’ve never been to Europe before, and I feel like this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.” L said, and I knew she was leaving me no choice. The winters in Perth can be lonely enough as they are, with several people disappearing abroad to follow the sun. She knew … Continue reading In love with Lisbon: Travel Writing piece

It was just another day, one like any other, the sort of day people go about their business without putting much thought into it, until somehow every single mentality changed; all of a sudden. Just. Like. That. The roads stayed empty as the hustle and bustle of the world’s busiest capitals was replaced with a … Continue reading The Great Epiphany – Short story written in-class

The birdcage He took a long breath and opened the door to his balcony, the brightness of the morning sun blinding him momentarily. He squinted his eyes and looked around. Dead quiet, an empty birdcage staring back at him. He could feel the metropolis moving beneath, the breeze of speeding cars never stopping to ponder … Continue reading The birdcage: short-story

Non-Australia day Chapter 1: First arrival The year is 1788, and after a period of approximately eight months and seven days, Captain Cook is thrilled to announce the sighting of a new promised land to his crew. The land is rugged and the sun shines feverishly bright above as they moor. The men are excited … Continue reading Non-Australia Day: experimental writing story: postmodern f(r)ictions; written in October 2019

First time I met Ishmael was during a gathering at a painter’s house, but one can’t be too sure, for in those early days following the pandemic, everyone lived, or strived to, at least, their best bohemian life. People gathered at this mansion of immaculate marble floors and walls, but no one really knew, and … Continue reading Call me Ishmael: 2500-word short story

Aqui jazo, estendido Esquecido por esse mundo de paixão que me deixa dorido, Extasiado pela dor infindável que me consome, Pelo amor ou falta dele que me rouba a fome. Aqui jazo, ao destino deixado, Outrora de amores imaculado, Durmo agora para esquecer, Renegado. O coração em tempos preenchido de paixão, é agora consumido por … Continue reading Throwback poem: written in Portuguese on the 15th of March, 2011

Villa In the comfort of this bed I lay, the lack of a morning alarm setting a slow-pace as I ponder on what to do with the day. The year being cancelled as it may, I’m now unessential in the rat-race and so in the comfort of this bed I lay. It isn’t all bleak … Continue reading Quarantine Villanelle