Lock your house at night #2

The water boiling in the kettle seems too loud, taking too much time, attracting too much attention. To who or what I do not know but I do not like it. I flip my phone in the air one more time to ease the nerves that do not let me go Continue reading


Lock your house at night

Every night when I was young, my father used to tell me stories. Stories about monsters living in our world, lurking in the dark, looking for new prey to catch. Naive people, too irresponsible, foolish to listen to their parents, acting courageous and venture into the night, trying to find if the stories were true or not.  Continue reading

the island #1

‘te motu ngaro.’

In Maori it means ‘the lost island’. No one can find it. No one can leave.

Once lost, it is not found.  Continue reading


Death too must be earned

I have always wondered what immortals feel in the fantasy books I read. How do they perceive life and what is their purpose? Are they lonely when all their friends and family pass away? And when they manage to disconnect themselves from the mortal life, away from all these problems, do they miss it?   Continue reading



This is a short story about heroes and villains. Is about when the line between them becomes blurry and you are not sure who to trust. Who to turn to. Are all people only bad, only good? What if the hero does something unforgivable? Do they turn into the ones they once used to fight? Continue reading


Someone still cares…

Ever since I was young, my favourite subjects in school were literature and art. I disliked all projects where you were supposed to talk in front of a class and I preferred to express myself through words and paint. And I started writing stories that were forming in the back of my mind while in class, walking home, during a conversations with a friend, while hearing a particular song. Some were formed while I was going through a rough time and in order to calm myself, to try and get through what was happening, I would write. Continue reading