“The Perfect Neighbour” by Susanna Beard

The perfect street, the perfect house, the perfect neighbours. Beth was engrossed by her next door neighbour Oksana, but when she saw a young girl at the upstairs window waving a sign with the words "HELP ME written on it, she was shocked. Nothing is perfect and Beth will learn it the hard way. Still…

The Sinner

Then you saved meAnd you gave me, freedomMore than what I asked for. More than what I deserved. You redeemed me, my LordYou took all my sins awayMy rotten self, you healed. A chance to change my lifeMore than a million timesMore than what I prayed for. Lost in the darkness, You found meUnworthy, yet…

My World In Chaos

Hacos is a town that sits in the middle of a deserted emplacement, surrounded by thick layers of unattended turfs, built inside a dilapidated stone wall. The cracks on the wall told stories from a thousand years ago, the burned down structures symbolised defeat. The place was empty when I arrived, the mad silence permeated…

Memori Morti

When the branches of my existence perish, when the roots of my lifetime withered away, when I leave this world for the other side, who would keep me in their hearts? Who would reminisce the memories I lived? Did I do enough to be remembered? When I travel the lonely road of great divide, turning…

The Cat Lady

This world is still filled with good people, there is still hope for all of us, humanity still has a chance. Why? I met an Indian woman on the way home today, she got out from a red Chevy pick-up, she was wearing a red dress as bright as her smile, carrying a container of…

Ask Me Anything!

The Book Of Sorrow

Pen and paper. Heartbreaks and promises. Hatred and rainbows. Revenge and chaos. Love and madness. I am Ragazza Triste, a writer, a lover, a sad girl cloistered in my own private bubble. My fragile heart is a caddy of different stories and secrets. My mind is a mercurial chamber of mystic and wonder. My writings…

Big Heart

Six times a week I saw him there. He was the first one to always greet me whenever I arrive at work. He is a big man. You can already assume that he is from Africa or Bangladesh because of his skin colour. His hair is the typical-curly-I-woke-up-like-this kind of hair. He was always the coy…

The Last Kiss

Take me back to the day we first met I’d turn around, I’ll look the other way Because I know how this would end. Your smile would bring colour to my grey rainy days Your touch would blow me out of my mind a thousand times Your kiss would drown my senses, begging for more.…

The Blog Huddle

Hey darlings! What have you been up to? How was your week? How's everything? Please share some exciting things that's happened to you these past weeks, I have been elusive once again, I apologise for that, I'm just trying to find inspiration somewhere, I'm reading a lot, I'm watching different stuff, I'm trying to find…