Scraps! This page is a collection of various small one-off writing projects of mine – poetry, flash-fiction, badly-opinionated essays, and the like. It’s an unorganized collection, but hopefully you’ll find something interesting to read. It may be titled “scraps” but that doesn’t mean garbage!
Updates randomly. I have been attempting to clear out my ‘drafts and ideas’ folder, and as I sift through my files I hope to clean up and publish the worthwhile scraps with some regularly. But no promises!
Isa Kudo stood in the medicine hut and fumed. She had been called before Otako, great Medium of the village, who spoke for Artart.
One morning, as he sunned himself on his favourite rock, occasionally snapping at the bugs as they crawled along the roots of the mangrove trees, Sidd’arak realized that he was terribly, deathly bored.
The people of the village often called Isa ‘willful’ and she took this as a mark of pride. To be willful was to be strong. But the villagers also meant it as a small jab towards Isa’s father, it was their way of suggesting he had been lax with her discipline.
“When I was a child,” the Knight began, “that is—I used to live on an island, by the shore. Whenever a storm came, the ocean would churn and crash against the seawall, and from my tower, I would stare out the window and watch the waves come in. I remember—there was this old man, a […]