Gewgaw Writings

My name is Pepe. I am 12 years old. People said nobody would read what I will write because I lack schooling and English is my second langu...

Image from: Free Digital Photos They were in the school garden. She was 17; he was 18. " You're late," she reprimanded him. ...

I drifted between bouts of consciousness and unconsciousness. It is in the interim of both, that I felt peace and quiet. The respite from t...

The night was young; the stars were strewn brilliantly in the night sky. It was a wonderful night. But it was not for me. " Name?...

Photoeverywhere.co.uk Vestiges of memories, some vivid, some hazy, inundates the fledgling soul, hurting so viciously. The soul searches a w...

Image from Clker.com I stare blindly at the ceiling, blinded by tears of sorrow. seeing all, but seeing nothing, unmindful of tomorrow. W...

"One of the strongest motives that lead men to art and science is escape from everyday life with its painful crudity and hopeless drear...