A young man finds a mysterious chessboard set in his grandfather's attic, one he remembers seeing when he was but a kid. He soon discovers there is far more to it than meets the eye.
I lost my great grandfather to Alzheimer on a rainy October day six years ago now. This poem is for him; it’s the words I’ve never been able to write down ever since I lost him. Too afraid of facing m...
This is a short story(?) that I wrote based on one of my favourite childhood memories. (Please bear with me, I'm crap at writing stories ahaha) Hope you enjoy. :) <3
I love the Scot's Pine of the ancient Caledonian forest. I've taken some time to ponder why I feel so much warmth towards this single type of tree. Not sure if I have the full answer here..but it's ...
This is a poem about the declining health of my grandfather, and the news I heard through my mom. All of these pictures are pictures of him with my grandmother, sister, cousins, moms, and I. Just a qu...
A young man finds a mysterious chessboard set in his grandfather's attic, one he remembers seeing when he was but a kid. He soon discovers there is far more to it than meets the eye.
I lost my great grandfather to Alzheimer on a rainy October day six years ago now. This poem is for him; it’s the words I’ve never been able to write down ever since I lost him. Too afraid of facing m...
This is a short story(?) that I wrote based on one of my favourite childhood memories. (Please bear with me, I'm crap at writing stories ahaha) Hope you enjoy. :) <3
I love the Scot's Pine of the ancient Caledonian forest. I've taken some time to ponder why I feel so much warmth towards this single type of tree. Not sure if I have the full answer here..but it's ...
This is a poem about the declining health of my grandfather, and the news I heard through my mom. All of these pictures are pictures of him with my grandmother, sister, cousins, moms, and I. Just a qu...