by sharricharan | Jul 15, 2016 | Uncategorized
Five AM. Five AM. Someone turn the radio on. Six o’clock, then, six of me then. Still can’t hear the radio on. One turn it up Two turn it down Three turn it up Four burn it down Can’t hear the rain call Can’t see my tears fall Feels like I’m drowning In a fairy...
by sharricharan | Jul 8, 2016 | Flash Fiction, Uncategorized, Writing
Some things you should never have to do twice in your life. Like sifting through the knickknacks and personal effects for a strong man who died before his time. Before I was ready to let him go. His home office is a mess—just like his carefree, happy-go-lucky kind of...
by sharricharan | Jun 24, 2016 | Uncategorized
Black, white and every single shade of grey, everywhere I look. The last scrap of—everything, really. Why do I do this? Why do I keep doing this to myself? I should know better. Shouldn’t I? That words have power and that power hurts? It always does,...
by sharricharan | Jan 23, 2016 | Uncategorized, Updates, Writing
A/N: Good morning everyone! (or good afternoon, if you rather, as it’s practically lunch here in my snowy corner of the world). This year, I have endeavored to start off by writing little bits and pieces everywhere that I can. Open Skies is one of those...
by sharricharan | Jan 3, 2016 | Uncategorized
PROMPT : CRAFTSMANSHIP Three steady, long strokes of the sharpened flat brought the staff to a neatly carved grip. Not my best work, but not my worst either. I squinted down the length of Shadow Aspen wood, trying to ignore the call of the black veins that made the...
by sharricharan | Jan 2, 2016 | Flash Fiction, Uncategorized
PROMPT WORD : PORTAL “Jenna?” Gimeal crouched beside the ground torch, pressing the spikes into the squelching dirt. “We need to hurry it up, darlin. They’ll be on us in a few and I—we need to get as far away from here as we can.” Jenna didn’t answer, but Gimeal...
