story
Fable Factory / Storytellers
“It was where people crafted stories, my boy!”
Fable Factory / Chander Buri and an insomniac’s drivel
I’d never felt sadder at the prospect of not being a part of someone else’s story.
Death of a novelist
The infallible whiteness of the walls, the omnipresent smell of disinfectants, and the fields of artificial grass come back to me. Swimming before me are visions of smiling children and the legions of overworked childcare professionals constantly at their service. Every blink threatens to permanently relocate me to their world of ceaseless laughter.
Fable Factory / Delirium
The wish itself was pretty mediocre and commonplace, a mundane fantasy to escape the mundane.
Vespertine
The blue never ended here. The lights did not go out either.
Fable Factory / The Bee and the Crow
Hide yourself in my feathers, and I’m sure we can look for them together…
The Last Man in the Janaza
“You’re 20 minutes late, there’s no way I’m letting you in,” Dr Faisal said in a cold voice with a smirk on the corner of his face. His smirk is one coated with joy and glory.
Afternoons at the Bijoy Sarani signal
“I wonder what she’ll wear tomorrow,” he mumbled as his eyes drooped shut.
The Plainsburn Residence
The Plainsburn Residence had sat at the edge of a huge forest for generations, acting as its steward and protector.
Storytellers
“It was where people crafted stories, my boy!”
Chander Buri and an insomniac’s drivel
I’d never felt sadder at the prospect of not being a part of someone else’s story.
Death of a novelist
The infallible whiteness of the walls, the omnipresent smell of disinfectants, and the fields of artificial grass come back to me. Swimming before me are visions of smiling children and the legions of overworked childcare professionals constantly at their service. Every blink threatens to permanently relocate me to their world of ceaseless laughter.
Delirium
The wish itself was pretty mediocre and commonplace, a mundane fantasy to escape the mundane.
Vespertine
The blue never ended here. The lights did not go out either.
The Bee and the Crow
Hide yourself in my feathers, and I’m sure we can look for them together…
The Last Man in the Janaza
“You’re 20 minutes late, there’s no way I’m letting you in,” Dr Faisal said in a cold voice with a smirk on the corner of his face. His smirk is one coated with joy and glory.
Afternoons at the Bijoy Sarani signal
“I wonder what she’ll wear tomorrow,” he mumbled as his eyes drooped shut.
The Plainsburn Residence
The Plainsburn Residence had sat at the edge of a huge forest for generations, acting as its steward and protector.
Waiting Room
“This is why I tell you never to go out alone.”
