W. C. Forrest : Writing

The Woman

The Woman

A Poem by W. C. Forrest


This is for the one who is yet to come.
Life and Its Peculiarities

Life and Its Peculiarities

A Book by W. C. Forrest


A collection of random ideas, thoughts and narratives that unbeckoned overwhelm the mind in the most unsuspecting time and places.
Books, Hope & Reality

Books, Hope & Reality

A Chapter by W. C. Forrest


Books, the place of unquestionable wisdom,knowledgeand learning, a whole new world where we can lose ourselves, get new perspectives about life and th..
Memoirs of the Conceptionist

Memoirs of the Conceptionist

A Chapter by W. C. Forrest


It is a cold night, a quite night. The world, eternally revolving is at peace and I as always at this late hour have come out for a leisurely stroll, ..
Travails of a Human Addict

Travails of a Human Addict

A Chapter by W. C. Forrest


For your information, I am a superstar, superstar in life and I certainly am not a khan. I don’t come cheap and I am arrogant as hell, but then ..
Memoirs of the Conceptionist (II) - The Nature of Happiness

Memoirs of the Conceptionist (II) - The Nature of ..

A Chapter by W. C. Forrest


I am not sure what compelled me to write today. Maybe acceptance of what the heart perpetually refutes or; realization of the instants when innumerabl..
A Cigarette Feeling

A Cigarette Feeling

A Chapter by W. C. Forrest


My name is ‘Milds’ and I live among nineteen other identical twins also named ‘Milds’ in a small box which is our abode addres..
A Desperate Case of Night Time Coffee

A Desperate Case of Night Time Coffee

A Chapter by W. C. Forrest


It’s one in the morning and after much procrastination I realized that am desperately falling behind on my target whilst papers being just about..
Discovering Faith

Discovering Faith

A Poem by W. C. Forrest


It was a bitter cold night,His life was falling apart,An angel whispered in his ear,He finally found his God,He found Her,He discovered faith; The r..
Unveiling the Conceptionist

Unveiling the Conceptionist

A Poem by W. C. Forrest


The whimsical conceptionist,Some say a man of words, some say a fraud,It’s not presumptions,But assumptions,For misguided that I am,Require scop..

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