Horror Semester

Horror Semester


Even Blind men write…

Most people do not realize the pain a writer endures when he had lost all reason write. I for a fact am struggling to recover from my lonely world of darkness. My miserable mortal shell of fraud contentment has long since showed signs of defeat. As apparent to anyone who had known me since time immemorial, I had never been like this. I was a spirited dreamer… Hopeful and filled with light. Exuberance filled my aura with a never-ending gush of ideas, which freely flowed out of my mind like a splashing cascade from a nearby fountain. Ideas forming within the tight confinements of my mind surges out like words flowing out of my unceasingly talking mouth. I was a mental parrot. Indeed, I was proud of myself. Of what I can do and of what I fearlessly mold myself to be. I thought I would forever stay this way. But alas! That was not to be…

If one believes harbored talents are never lost, then think again. One cannot know… It is impossi...