Writer: Danish Saufi Editor : frhlyn Illustrator: Puteri Nur Alieyah

Editor: Leah I was excited at first. Not so much for the long-haul flight, and the soon realised cramped leg space the aircraft had to...

She paints a smile devoid of soul's grace, A hollow echo void of emotion's embrace. In twilight's cloak, her deceitful smiles elude those...

Diluted pigment colourful bright, Each swipe and stroke like rippling water, Calm and collected like the river's flow, A passion for art...

Tis the rainy season, Tis the darkest of reason, Tis a horrifying prison for the faceless lady who was said to have willingly drunk...

Riding on the blue desert, Warm splashes on my hand, Wind blowing kisses to my face, On the sea, far away from land. Azure-coloured roof...

Nexus is the child of Thanatos, the God of Death. The Doors of Death are known to them as their father's front door, upon which knob they...

The temple was not built as, per se, an enclosure. Pillared, not walled. Currently, it is, however, entirely and heavily draped with...

If you are familiar with Greek or Roman mythology, surely you have heard the name Medusa. A human turned Gorgon, cursed to live with a...

The little boy crouched while reaching out his hand towards the small ball of fur. He always wanted one, but his mommy didn’t really like...

Your whole worshipped half of his, His whole loved all of hers, Dusk was the time; the heart was quietus, Insufferable hope seeking one...

This soul is suffering by the fleeting moment of her life, She could just let it pass here and there, But she chooses to bear the strife,...

Those tears drop as they hit the floor, Crystallized into a blinding light. Those worn-out smiles of a soul, Appeared like the autumn...

Before she crawled legs over elbows into his ribs, she was first a beaten thing. Unsouled. Tremors lining fingers on behalf of the dead,...

It's often the living who haunts the house. Like the broken voice of a little girl that would often sing through the mouth of a bitter...

Alatus huffed out a deep breath as he wiped the blood from his face. His lean body had just managed to execute a whole camp of corrupted...

Her eyes were dark and drowning. Dimming rings sunken in twin wells of want. Demons stirring under her skin. The Angel hadn’t smelled...

It was January, and he found himself at the beach again. He could not remember why he was there but there he was, along with the waves...

Don’t go in there. She's heard it a thousand times, and yet no one has ever produced actual proof of them existing. Sure, the rumours had...

Living with a ghost is one thing. Living with the ghost of your dead partner is a different thing. And the husband doesn't know how much...