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Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

Drowning in Numbers

Flickering, out of nothingness, There was something, There is, smouldering. Never having ceding thought, I became the flint, The spark, the fire. 1, 2, 1,... A steady rhythm for one month, There was another something, Subtle, insidious, unrevealing, A silent killer.... Continue Reading →

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Broken Lens #Finale

Share some love to this ardent, pundit photographer by visiting and follow his Instagram:  key_to_kye Full length photo below: My days grew better, there were less sudden black-out on me. I was more pumped to live every single day out... Continue Reading →

Five Shots, One Message.

1980s, crime epidemic tipped in the New York City, where crimes were rampant, people lived in the law of the jungle in fear, the city was inhabitable. Graffiti was the common-sight of the New-Yorkers at that point in time, petty crimes... Continue Reading →

Broken Lens #6

Share some love to this ardent, pundit photographer by visiting and follow his Instagram:  key_to_kye Full length photo below: We started off the day by going to the city around the campus as both of us had agreed upon. We... Continue Reading →

Limiting Creativity?

"Write." "Write a story." "Write a horror story." "Write about a scary experience that you remember for life." "Write about a scary and embarrassing story that you have encountered with your friends." The five prompts above are the catalyst to... Continue Reading →

Broken Lens #5

Share some love to this ardent, pundit photographer by visiting and follow his Instagram:  key_to_kye Full length photo below: Bang. I hit something as I opened the door. Not something, it was someone. She cupped her head with her hands,... Continue Reading →

Immeasurable

Aimlessly looking at the pixalated screen as tens of thousands were at the same time, locking, splintering my attention between social medias, draining my time to the unwarranted, undermining the attempts of negating such actions. I pulled myself closer to... Continue Reading →

Broken Lens #4

Share some love to this ardent, pundit photographer by visiting and follow his Instagram:  key_to_kye Full length photo below: Her sweet caramel voice silked through my ears once more, I marched into the walkway, peeking into the room. It was... Continue Reading →

Typed

Agent 3142 reporting, 31 March 1989, target killed, mission accomplished. I typed nonchalantly into the typewriter, as I did for the past decade, reporting to duty every week. My job was an assassin, blatantly speaking, I killed for no reason,... Continue Reading →

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