I squint a moment, wondering if I am in a dream or awake ( Read more... )

Monsters

It's summer, and the humidity suffocates.

She wakes up to aching muscles and a disorientation from her interrupted dream. It had seemed all so real. She was fighting off monsters which were out to devour her. Relying on resourcefulness and brute strength, she had been able to last days without being touched by a single flesh- ( Read more... )

Tappity- tappity- tap...

Swiftly now, catch the words... my poor fingers. God knows what else is lost when those words are lost.

Tappity- tappity- tap-tap-tap...

She tries to catch up with his pace.

A few months ago, he would measure his steps with hers. Hand-in-hand, they measured their steps, oblivious to the rushing passerby, as if suspended in a ( Read more... )

(note: this will be edited more later, hahah! Wrote it during our lit class, was so inspired with the discussion ( Read more... )

Virginia Woolf once wrote that "a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction ( Read more... )

"...due to the fact that most human beings tend to use various escape strategies to block from their mind this awareness of freedom, most people do not walk around constantly plagued by anxiety, for they lose themselves in their work or in other activities that allow them to deny this crucially important truth of existence." (160)

"However, the ( Read more... )

The Mystery of the Harry Potter Series
by: Victoria Cayton

Harry Potter. No other name has been as significant in this generation when it comes to children’s literature. In fact, the name, coupled with the image of the bespectacled boy with a lightning-shaped scar has transcended beyond the walls of the book to be assimilated into pop ( Read more... )

Lately I've been able to have a paypal account activated. I can't wait to be able to start a mini business online and to be able to do something on the side during the lull of waiting for job interviews and actually working. One of these side jobs I've been doing for quite some time is blogging, and blogsvertise is one venue for this.

I've been ( Read more... )

The Wishing Well

by Victoria Cayton

It was a beautiful, cloudless evening. The full moon shone in all its artificial glory, floating on an ocean of stars. The silence of all that slept or tried to sleep filled the air-the air that I did not breathe. I was the watch guard of evenings, the detached observer who was at the mercy of the Sandman ( Read more... )

And here I am, pouring out my thoughts for the world to see if they wished to. But there is not other way where I could possibly find any solace, despite the irony that I cannot seem to find the appropriate medium to capture the beauty of your empty gaze ( Read more... )