Imperial March: Episode 9

[Written in Merrion Square Park, Dublin, after getting inspiration from the Oscar Wilde statue ;)]  The water boiler made a gurgling sound, drowning the silence that had taken over the small, homely kitchen. Shane turned it off and poured water in the two identical cups – green, with small flowers around the rim. He then…

Imperial March: Episode 8

[Written in Dún Laoghaire, Ireland, following up on the last entry] The officer stared down at him. He had stood up sometime during the interrogation – to intimidate him, Shane presumed. He seemed more agitated and frustrated by the minute. Not because Shane denied anything; because he so casually confessed everything. “You’re not denying that…

Imperial March: Episode 7

[This is what comes out of listening to inspiring music instead of studying for Stylistics – precisely this, this, and this. I wanted to make more out of this story, but I can’t afford to procrastinate any more at the time being – I’m intrigued, though, so I think I’ll definitely take up this story…

Imperial March: Episode 6

[Instead of something new, today it’s a poem that I wrote in Spring 2011, inspired by working in an empty theatre in the middle of the night. I am still completely swamped with university stuff, but if everything goes according to plan, I’ll be able to find some time to write the next few days.]

Imperial March: Episode 5

He closed his eyes and felt the urge overcome him. It crept into his veins and nerves, his conscience and sub-conscience. He felt he could not resist much longer; could not keep a façade forever. Not much time now, and there would be blood to his feet despite regulations, despite honourable notions of what could…

Imperial March: Episode 4

The sun lit the park brightly, bringing its warmth and peace. Some said night was his element; indeed, he had been born into it and carried it wherever he went. Darkness followed his every step like a silent companion. In many ways it was more than that. A gentle lover, a caring mother, a fascinated…

Imperial March: Episode 3

The young boy sat on the grass attentively, cross-legged, face cast upwards. His eyes were his mother’s, just as gray and just as deep and intelligent. He laughed when Auden shook his head in fake dismay to acknowledge that the boy was too young to be playing with swords all day, even if it was…