Reading Time: 2 minutes Today’s entry is the cover art for an open letter to my first-love, because The misery of the first two days finally paid off. Both My creativity and productivity went up significantly after I made an adjustment to my routine. If you’ve been following along you might have noticed it. If you haven’t, don’t fret, I’ll
Reading Time: < 1 minute A clock is no one neither slave nor master it is a number line that is ever marching Towards the passage of time Time, the only wealth we have to love, to cherish, to waste, to long for It’s value bows neither gold nor spirit Not to the outrage of mice, Not to the speculation of
Reading Time: 3 minutes Everything was good until last night when I got hung up writing my last post (oh the irony). That triggered a chain reaction that ended with me staying up and working past 11pm. In fact then I went to bed half past midnight. Tired, anxious but not really ashamed–because I got a ton of things done.
Reading Time: 2 minutes I know there’s a billion articles that evangelize self-care, positive thinking, and optimism, but to be honest–optimism and being positive can be F***ing Toxic sometimes. In the beginning of building any new habit or developing a process the biggest concern are temptations–which do exactly what you would expect. But after temptations are conquered there comes
Reading Time: < 1 minute Everything was drowning in something and everyone, swimming towards the same shore. Alcohol flowed from silver taps and went into glasses with names like ales, porters and stouts. Cigarette smoke and vapors rose above the patio as inelegant clouds, leaving beneath them the smell of burning tobacco laced with the stench of searing fruits. Boredom
Reading Time: 3 minutes I guess you could say that I am a sucker for a good transformation story. My name is Khan [con], I am a writer, designer and programmer. This blog started as a way for me to connect with others who were participating in NanoWrimo and passionate about stories. But With the support of awesome people
Reading Time: 5 minutes How to avoid the pitfalls and the pain of negativism.
Reading Time: < 1 minute The photographer, to me, is a fly that gets invited into a party. A body that’s ready to act on its intuition for storytelling and is always watching the emergence and disappearance of emotions. It’s a tricky art capturing those expressions of genuine affection, fear, or joy. The very potency of such moments is what makes them rare–and
Reading Time: < 1 minute To me, holding a camera feels like searching for a reminder of those real and metaphysical places that you pass by like a passenger. Because it’s not nylon that holds the camera to my body, it’s nostalgia. It’s that sweet pain that comes before the shutter closes on a flooded river, and reminds you of a place eight thousand two hundred and fourteen miles away.
Reading Time: 8 minutes My ears turned deaf and I sat with a dumb expression as Detective Redding went on explaining himself. The rage was like a brooding storm, as I sneered at the back of his seat. Before I could speak, Luna’s hand fell over mine and gave it a protective squeeze. The fear in the look she
Reading Time: 6 minutes For once Luna didn’t interrupt as I finished telling her what had happened. She didn’t move at all except when I mentioned standing up for Samantha. Her lips pulled back into a cold smirk and the pride in her eyes flashed like a cobra’s tongue. It was also a show of toughness that I didn’t need. Not as along as
Reading Time: < 1 minute This is a fictional work and a free writing exercise. The Prompt used: Streetlight Manifesto– “A moment of Silence” I remembered the words the way I remember every bad thing I had ever done. By their result. A song playing somewhere in the past, predicting my moves right up until the point of no return–the price included. There were
Reading Time: 5 minutes Through Max’s perspective the player realizes that no matter how quickly they play through the opening fifteen minutes–there is no way to save his wife or to stop the gun shot that silences an infant’s crying. And that’s the first fifteen minutes.
Reading Time: 2 minutes Thank you Atul for nominating for the Versatile Blogger Award. This blog has been an outlet for my long time interest in storytelling, publishing, and writing in general, and it is the support of bloggers such as yourself that makes me look forward to creating new content. My hope is to some day soon to become
Reading Time: 5 minutes I was a high school sophomore when I discovered the words film noir. Words that encompassed vast works of literature and film that still hold a special place in modern literature and film. Taxi Driver (written by Paul Schrader and directed by Martin Scorsese, with Robert Deniro playing the lead) was my introduction to the genre. So I was pleasantly
Reading Time: 7 minutes There were four walls, a mirror, and the table that we were sitting at. Detective Redding sat with his fingers just touching the edge of his coffee cup, staring at me–waiting. The smell of roasted coffee was losing to the stench of sweat and filth in the air. With the handcuffs forcing my hands together,
Reading Time: 7 minutes I woke up to the sound of nails scratching on glass. Peeling my face off the pillow I threw off the comforter with a sour residue on my tongue. When my jaw lowers to yawn there’s a sound like crushing glass beneath my ear, followed by all the pain packed within a right hook. Every
Reading Time: 3 minutes She looks at me eyes sparkling with fear, hope and something that should break my heart. Something that saw me as the knight that I wasn’t. At least not the type to fall in love with the damsel he rescued.