Crystal 
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed – Hemingway. What do words mean to you? If words become something tangible from our minds onto a book or screen for an audience to enjoy, then perhaps there is no limit to writing. It’s purely subjective. Is there … Read more
I carry you in my smileThough seas sometimes separate us, and often our sunsets differI carry you in the way I loveThough FaceTime temporarily mends the missing And phone calls attempt to fill the distance I carry you in my everyday happenings In the way I love animals, the ocean, and gazing at the stars … Read more
Yellow beamsTowards the lightDressed in green and bathed in rainIt lives in relevéThe opening act to the cynicalThe main event to the pureIt sways and pivotsAt the wake of dayAnd the mellow of nightOn a stage, it is plantedIn the middle of the jungle Metallic monsters roam and trash is thrown at curtain callFumes, dirt, and … Read more
In 1946, the first diamond in South Africa was discovered by two children playing on their family farm. The children often collected rocks from the river to play with. A man, suspecting that the rock was a diamond, offered to buy it from the children’s parents, but not knowing its value and passing it over … Read more
Beep beep beep. Good morning, Charlotte. It’s 23 September 2043, 5h00. A beautiful sunny day in Simpleton today. In half-asleep aggression, Charlotte slaps the device. The curtains draw on queue, boasting blue skies partly shielded by glass monsters towering over the metropolitan jungle. Sliding off the silk, she strolls to the kitchen, her fur slippers squeaking on the … Read more