Breathe. Breathe.

You can’t breathe,

Each breath that you attempt to take is a hopeless wheeze,

You grabbed the chair beside you,

As you fall to your knees.


“This is how I end,” you thought to yourself as the lights slowly went out.




Haven’t Figured it Out

When you’re in your 20s, everyone expects you to have everything figured out.

But you don’t.

You’re in a mess,

Lying in a bed filled with dirty clothes.

You sat up, surveying the room,

It’s filled with all kinds of trash.

You pulled the curtains and opened the windows, the early morning sunlight blinding your eyes. It’s early, it’s Sunday.

You took a pair of shorts from the floor and put it on. You looked at your phone. Notifications filled the screen.

“Mom (2 missed calls)”

You thought to yourself, “What does she want?”.

You pulled the glass door open and entered the shower. A quick rinse and some soap and you’re out.

Boiled water and a packet of instant coffee.

You flipped your Macbook screen open and with a few clicks, you began to write.


It has been a while 

“It has been a while since I’ve seen the early morning sky with its beautiful shades of blue mixed with a tinge of white. 

It has been a while since I’ve seen the orangy morning sun with its rays peeking from the clouds.

It has been a while since I’ve tasted the gasoline filled air emanating from the exhausts of vehicles running past as their drivers hurriedly make their way to work.

It has been a while since I’ve felt so busy and alive, the thought of what had happened, almost forgotten, lost, in the depths of my mind.”

Idea: Writing a Book

I don’t know.

I have been thinking about it. It is a fun thought to have, imagining myself writing and publishing a book. The process to publish a book now seems simple enough due to the access to self-publishing and the fall of gatekeepers.

It is an idea that I have been playing with in my mind. It is one of the reasons why I am forcing myself to write a story a day on my Instagram this month.

If I am to write a book, so far, I am leaning towards fiction, sad and sappy fiction. Even though high fantasy epics are interesting but require too much world building and complex storylines which are definitely beyond my capabilities now. Well, maybe one day, I hope.

Just a thought. Maybe I might even start tomorrow. Who knows.




Living in a Story

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Well, not because he was nervous but because his back had begun to ache. He was 80 years old after all. He pushed away his plate of food filled with chicken, eggs and some vegetables, simple food that he could afford in such troubled times. He pushed his wooden chair back and stood up slowly, trying to stretch without tearing any muscle. He looked at his hands, all old and wrinkly and he began to laugh, a loud and good laugh. He could not believe that this is the state he is in now, old, weak and in hiding. It has been years since he had managed to change his appearance into an old man living in the city.

It has been decades since he had managed to change his appearance into an old man living in the city. He had been running away from Hunters, trained combatants hired by the government to eliminate people like him, people that could shape-shift. He is able to become anyone he likes as long as he has had physical contact with them.

It had been a rainy night, with his hood up, he sat quietly in a fast food restaurant where the old man always visits. He had been eyeing and following the old man, checking his family background, his habits and the places he frequented. So far, this old man seemed like a person he could change to and live the rest of his life in hiding. Simple enough, with a blade to the neck and garbage bag prepared, he took the old man down and disposed of the body. He changed his form and smiled, he is going to be safe. The old man had no family, no job and frequent a few places, that makes it easier to hide from the Hunters.

Boom, boom, boom. Three strong knocks on the door.

He looked up, taking notes of his surroundings, the opened window, the knife on the counter and his very important keys. He shuffled slowly to the door and pulled it slightly ajar, peeking out.

Cold, hard metal was pressing down on his forehead. It took a while for him to register that it was a gun being pointed at him. He didn’t mind the gun, it could not kill him. He took a good hard look at the person pointing it. Dressed in all black from head to toe, two pistols, probably a shotgun at the back and a belt holding several other weapons like grenades and the like. Over all of that is a thick black coat wet with rain.

“It must be heavy carrying all that weaponry on a small girl like you.”, he said with a smile.

She rolled her eyes.

“Come on shape-shifter, drop the act, I have a proposal for you if you want to end the Hunters.”

“Hmm… sounds like a plan.”, with a thoughtful smile, he opened the door and let the woman in.

It was like living in a story, he thought to himself.

Amazed by Stories

I love stories, especially fantasy fiction.

Recently, I just completed reading The Kingkiller Chronicles #1 and #2 and they were amazing. I cannot wait for the third book to come out! Anyway, those two books are good examples of books that I can easily get obsessed with due to the depth of the story, the unexpected twists and turns and especially the character creation. I love it when the author is able to create a character so relatable and so real that somewhat, you thought that you really knew the character.

The Kingkiller Chronicles have amazing characters that are able to pull you into the story by the words they said and the actions that they take. Furthermore, the author was able to maintain a sense of realness about them by allowing the characters to take express in multiple emotions throughout their story in the books, from sadness to anger to happiness to lust and to love. It is such stories that excites me and drags me into its very depths, soon, I find myself engrossed in the story spending hours just reading.

Apart from wonderful character development and creation, I am amazed by the way authors are able to create a whole world including a very solid lore and history. In the Kingkiller Chronicles, there were several key points that the author shared about the history of the land but apart from that, the rest was shrouded in mystery slowly revealing itself one by one as we go through deeper into the story. That kept the books exciting to read because we will never know what adventure would the protaganist embark on.

Another favourite of mine when reading fantasy fiction is the way these characters speak to each other. I am forever amazed by the way one character would approach another and the words that they used. The phrases that they said during courting or just merely between two men in a bar. What I would always do is to read quotes from the book and memorise the way they say it and maybe… just maybe I could apply it in real life. Here are some of my favourites from the Kingkiller Chronicles:

“It is a word. Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. There are seven words that will make a person love you. There are ten words that will break a strong man’s will. But a word is nothing but a painting of a fire. A name is the fire itself.”


“If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.”

Oh, there is so much more quotes that I would love to share and I am literally feeling so excited just reading them. Oh, how much I love stories. I guess, one day, I would love to be a great storyteller too.