She takes his hand in hers. Gnarled knuckles. Youthful flesh. He doesn’t clutch back. She knows that he is slipping away. His breathing quickens. He’s still alive, she thinks. This is all we have. Life. But what is life if all it leads to is death? Maybe death is the ultimate goal. Maybe we are… Read More Ants


In less than seven hours time, I’ll be the big one-six. Sweet sixteen! Legally able to drive a moped! But there’s a part of me that feels deceived. Sixteen is heralded as being the age where one blossoms from an awkward teenager to one blessed with the gifts of glamour, attractiveness and the ability to… Read More 16!