Greetings everyone from the other side of Thesis Land. I just finished up my final Master’s project and I have been oscillating between despair at what to do next and relishing in my new found freedom. For anyone who has ever completed a long writing project, fiction or otherwise, it can be an overwhelming task … Continue reading
You never know how you will react to death until death is upon you. I imagined my Father’s death a thousand times after his cancer diagnosis, yet his actual death felt like I was seeing it for the first time. I was naively prepared. In the aftermath of his death, I was not sure how … Continue reading
The rituals that surround death are comforting like the rituals of making tea. Despite death taking a life from your hands, you can still feel useful. The body needs to be collected, prepared for burial or cremation, and eventually buried or burned. Fill the kettle, boil the water, select the tea. You can collect photos … Continue reading
My Father had a bottle of whisky, Johnny Walker Blue Label. He received it as a present and always told us that he was keeping it for the right moment. My Father never had expensive things and that bottle of whisky was one of his treasures. Growing up poor, he had learned to cherish what … Continue reading
“If you want to be a writer, then just do it.” Someone told me that one afternoon as we discussed life goals as though that simple straight forward idea hadn’t actually come to my mind before. Silly me for not executing this idea before. My world constantly teeters on the edge of collapsing in on … Continue reading
Disclosure: This page may contain affiliate links. Clicking through for additional information or to make a purchase may result in a small commission. Kazuo Ishiguro is a writer of many genres: novels, short stories, and screen plays. He is Japanese-British and I think this creates a really interesting combination for his writing style. To me, … Continue reading
I I go to my Mum’s house and find you standing in the kitchen but I know it isn’t you. You’re dead after all. But I see my Mother’s face and she looks so happy, so happy that I almost can’t tell her; it can’t be you. Somehow we are in the dinning … Continue reading
Disclosure: This page may contain affiliate links. Clicking through for additional information or to make a purchase may result in a small commission. The beauty of the short story is that it is short. If you want some fantasy, fiction, drama, suspense, or action but don’t have the time, then the short story is actually … Continue reading
December is hard. Birthday, death, Christmas, funeral. A month by any other name would still smell of sorrow. I’m scared of going home, sleeping where you died. Blue walls, pineapple delight. Scared is not the right word… you were always a better poet than me, but I can’t show you what I write, anymore. … Continue reading
Organise notes for presentation I miss my Father Remember to pack laptop I miss my Father Check bus timetable I miss my Father Swing by the bank I miss my Father Meeting at 3pm I miss my Father Don’t forget to buy bread I miss my Father WASHING I miss my Father Think of something … Continue reading
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