evil · fate · freedom · home · hope · love

“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… Continue reading “The Perfect Neighbour” by Susanna Beard

believe · faith · freedom · hope · poetry

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… Continue reading The Sinner

brave · broken · damaged · darkness · evil · fragmented · heartbreak · home · hope · love

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… Continue reading My World In Chaos

brave · breaking free · courage · death · fate · home · hope · inspire · love · poetry · writing

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… Continue reading Memori Morti

breaking free · courage · destiny · faith · fate · fight · freedom · home · hope · poetry · pride · writing

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… Continue reading The Book Of Sorrow