In the trails of a swing


Amal got back to her apartment, she opened the door and walked right in closing the door behind her before leaning against the cold wood of her door closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.. “Finally it’s the weekend” she thought to herself.. As she kicked off her shoes, she could feel her sore …

Driven by Bad..


Yep driven by Bad, I read a few moments ago Patti Roberts’s Blog post “Did you just receive a bad book review?” which just triggered something in me, that actually got my numb fingers and dozed mind to come to life.. “Bad reviews” , “Bad comments” , “Bad forms of expression” .. Simply things are …

In the blink of a word..


He fixed himself a cup of tea in the kitchen and took the mug and headed back into his dining room wearing his pyjamas as the clock struck  eleven times, he kept one of those large pendulum clocks that gave you the feeling that you have entered the lair of Dracula or something of that sort. But he …