Y.S.F : Writing

Rose

Rose

A Poem by Y.S.F


A rose smiled at me My eyes as red as could be Murmurs of peace and trouble turn me away How I lost the rose I cannot say In the midst of ..
Light

Light

A Poem by Y.S.F


A narrow beam of light blinds my eyes My hair, nails, and emptiness grow longer to my surprise The lingering presence of death Takes away my..
Her Eyes

Her Eyes

A Poem by Y.S.F


Crying flesh Look into her eyes And drop molten tears Stare into your mind So that light disappears Gaze into its emptiness Consumed by empty f..
Horseman

Horseman

A Story by Y.S.F


Blue sky above, a black horse travels slowly across the plain sandy desert dragging a man behind with one hand holding the loose saddle rope and gaspi..
I am here

I am here

A Story by Y.S.F


I am afraid I might be completely alone in this world. I do not know what to do. I do not know why I am writing this. I am dying without having any il..
Resident

Resident

A Story by Y.S.F


Hell
Alone

Alone

A Story by Y.S.F


Behind the shallow waterfall there lies a deep cave, within it a small fire. An aching voice can be heard in the distance. The sound of shackles dance..
Cash or credit?

Cash or credit?

A Story by Y.S.F


Life of a cashier.
Moments

Moments

A Story by Y.S.F


Getting out is the only goal. This is the first story I'm publishing. Hope you enjoy it even for a few seconds.