on me

Not the storm, not the thunder - What tucks me in sweat Every night Are the masks hanging on my ceiling.   Impeccable lines of live blood Hover over me; Grinning on my sanity, Slowly slipping away.   I snap the ceiling, piece by piece, Pulling away at the threads. The masks drop and make... Continue Reading →

Why Newt Scamander is the Hero the World Needs

I know I'm late. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (both the movie and the screenplay) came out a long time ago. But it's only now that I've had the chance to read the Original Screenplay, and once again, like you'd expect, I'm blown away. Before I move on to Newt, I can't help... Continue Reading →

The Heir of the Oculus

The Oculus is a secret mystical society with members of power, but only the greatest power resides as the Heir of the Oculus. The story asks a question that has been in the words of everyone over the centuries: is power greater than family? [  f i c t i o n  ] The strong... Continue Reading →

Book Talk: Gilded Cage

BOOK: Gilded Cage AUTHOR: Vic James     So hey, this one's by my own people - Vic James! She was once an active part of the wattpad community, and it's always so good to see writers going from online text to printed text, especially when the online text territory has been the one where... Continue Reading →

Book Talk: A Quiet Kind of Thunder

BOOK: A Quiet Kind of Thunder AUTHOR: Sara Barnard   A Quiet Kind of Thunder is a contemporary YA Romance, telling tales of how Steffi (a selective mute) and Rhys (deaf) come together and face their struggles of staying together. As a fan of YA Fiction, I'd say the book was good. It wouldn't go... Continue Reading →

Her Name Is Eleanor

The worst kind of death is when there is no one left behind to mourn the dead. It is when there is no human to look over the body while it burns. It is when there is no one to even set fire to the pyre. Such was the death of the girl in the... Continue Reading →

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