Bali Held Me — Even When Everything Fell Apart (short story)
I went to Bali alone.
Just me, a backpack, a tired heart, and no clear plan. Continue Reading
It ain’t whatcha write, It’s the way atcha write it.” – Jack Kerouac
I went to Bali alone.
Just me, a backpack, a tired heart, and no clear plan. Continue Reading →
People view the world differently, depending on their profession. Continue Reading →
My name is Paul, and I did something I’ll regret for the rest of my life. I betrayed my own brother, Ernest, and I paid the price for it. Continue Reading →
What’s the deal with free-range food? Continue Reading →
A young woman stood in front of a mirror framed in brass and took a deep breath.“You can do this. You’re the best. You’ve waited for this your whole life,” she tried to convince herself. Today was the day she… Continue Reading →
It was a sunny morning. Amanda was getting ready for work, just like she did every day. She put on her long black dress and trainers, grabbed her favourite cappuccino, and threw a book into her bag. Continue Reading →
Ella always started her day by making the coffee. Continue Reading →
Mr. Jones lived in a quiet area. Next door lived Mrs. Smith, who had a small dog called Max. Continue Reading →
I grew up in a very small village consisting of eighty-one houses. Continue Reading →
In a distant land lies a kingdom in ruin—barren, abandoned by gods. Continue Reading →