Fable Factory

I heard they are changing the dictionary

I heard they are changing the dictionary.

When the streetlights flicker, think of revolution

When the streetlights flicker, think of every doe-eyed child that the city swallows

House of Cards

Welcome, weary traveler! To my humble abode. Come, come. I'll show you

A Dead River is All I Want

You know those instances when we start off in the wide, turbulent currents of a river making its way downstream?

In the absence of a light source

Grief is a lonely river, like a fisherman's song with an empty net

The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in your House

If they knew, your mother would have said, “It’s in your head, darling,” and your father would have screamed, “Put that head in the toilet bowl where it belongs.”

Leafhopper under the vast purple sky

In that world, ignorance amassed like water near the roots of a cypress tree.

The Last Few Fries

The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.

Fable Factory / So long, goodbye

As I turned around to reply, she was gone.

November 17, 2022
November 17, 2022

Simonetta Vespucci, Dead

But like him they will remember her complexion and her curls and the countless pieces that she graced.

November 10, 2022
November 10, 2022

Homage To The Pawns

Eight mighty titans, unleashing their wrath!

November 10, 2022
November 10, 2022

UNFULFILLED DREAMS

Having a conversation with him was an arduous task.

November 3, 2022
November 3, 2022

Palms to the Oars

For someone who grew up alone, I happen to feel terribly lonely.

October 27, 2022
October 27, 2022

Shingara before the end of times

Where else would they find a criminal, other than in the back alleys where the sun hadn’t reached for years, where the half-dead struggled in the flooded sewage for a scrap of euphoria.

October 20, 2022
October 20, 2022

A Masquerade Ball

Anika stood in the middle of a strange place full of strange people and thought to herself,

October 20, 2022
October 20, 2022

To the muse

Put up my notebook on a shelf, And laid in its sheaves a crimson rose.

October 13, 2022
October 13, 2022

Chronology

Your fingers delineate maps in attempts at enveloping all of you.

October 13, 2022
October 13, 2022

The Stolen Attire

My mom called from the bottom of the stairs, “Hurry, the bus will be here any minute now!”

October 6, 2022
October 6, 2022

Lady from Leo’s Dream

Leo had just finished his painting. He took a few steps away from the canvas to have a better look – a lady standing on a landscape with a pale smile.