Long ago, when the shadows were just a repository of lifeless turmoil, there lived a being just as lively as a shadow could never be. Unbeknownst to conflicts of passions, like a snowflake falling godspeed through smiles that shadows would ignore to notice.
Old Baggage by Lissa Evans
Mattie used to be a militant for the women’s suffragette movement before World War 1, but now, our protagonist has well passed her prime and the most eventful years of her life – the currents of which still shake her core – and now finds herself prodding for a new occupation as she settles in…
The unpublished draft!
“If you try to have a conversation with me, I can’t bring myself to listen to you. I pretend to listen and you really think I do but my mind is somewhere else, thinking about it. I feel as if I’m not here but I’m not there either and I can’t shake off this feeling…
Old Baggage [Day-2]
Hi! So let’s continue from where we left off in the last post. Back at the fair, moments before Mattie was mugged by that purple jacketed thief she was distracted or to be accurate zoned out thinking about his younger brother Angus. We don’t know anything about Angus right now, other than the fact that…
Old Baggage [Day-1]
Hi, I am reading Old Baggage by Lisa Evans these days and the following will be a series of threads keeping track of chapters of this book I read! I’ve read the first 2 chapters till now. So here’s what I’ve absorbed about them. Lisa Evans sure does write some good banter in this one.…
My face was never this heavy, My questions were never this simple, My dreams were never so vivid, change wasn’t a conflict But rather a comfort, My travel was arduous, Like it had always been, paper crumpled Flying into the bin, My waiting has been drifting- Fire! Fire! Water! My face is receding- faceless, My…
Life isn’t fair
I told her i wouldn’t leave, but then, life, It ain’t a fair game, suddenly……. waters caved on me I shrunk- I kicked my legs, I tried to stay, but then, life, It ain’t a fair game, I told myself I wouldn’t leave, I ran papers, I swam away, and now it seems, I’m not…
Now I take this way, to joy and pray, for life, in my sway- and ask, who is me? who is he? Is that the dreamer or cause of a disaster, or a smudge on page or a laughter of rage? Who is he? Who is me? I stand amid the darken valley, leaking life…
Hey fam! here I’m writing a short piece with the view point of a child. It is impossible to ask these grumpy adults about anything. It is this age factor, obviously. We are these tiny little baby carrots and they are these huge carrot eating monsters. Bossing the carrots every time, everywhere . I never…
Life had been passing, like a reaper’s crop and the Earth was scorched in pain, then it happened, a gust of life beamed through the squalling Earth. The cirrus filled sky rumbled with ravenous deities, sudden bursts warned the Earth and its life. Surrender was now imminent like everything knew the halcyon days were back.…