Tag: road


Story – From Blood Red to Noble Purple

The muggy air embraced them as they stepped beyond the clamourous din of the club; the rhythm of the music continued from somewhere behind them as they stumbled toward the road. Around them, clouds of cigarette smoke looped in strands and swirls like the silky ribbons on a young girl's new Sunday dress: innocent and elegant in their light-hearted parade. The scent of newly-lit weed accompanied the tobacco's stale odour, mingling and blending with the smell of alcohol.


Bluntly, My Life

Here lies a synopsis of excruciating memories turned into sarcastic folly. I was an adopted little girl, dubbed the "Asian tomboy." Because I was repeatedly mistaken for male I did not mind allowing sports to be an influtential part of my life. During the teenage acne phase I found comfort draping myself in oversized solid colored attire from Russell's Athletic Wear.