This is so scary. This is maybe the scariest thing I’ve ever done in my life.


I wrote this piece as an entry to the 21st edition of Haque Centre of Acting and Creativity’s Metaphors Be With You. The theme was ‘Obsessions’. My piece was shortlisted and I got to perform it to a small room full of people (around 20?), which was frightening but also exhilarating.


I didn’t write it with the intention of publishing it, but I think it’s an experience worth remembering, just for my sake.


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the day after

Things to do today:

1) Breathe in.

2) Breathe out.

—        Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story


Breathe in. Sara opens her eyes. She’s in bed, the covers pulled up to beneath her eyes. Her face feels tight, swollen. The room is bright, too bright. She rolls her eyes and turns away from the window, slipping back under the darkness of her eyelids.


Images flashing too quickly to follow. A bouquet of dark crimson roses in her arms. A procession. Her mother. A stranger with a sad smile. Strangers, all with sad smiles. Black shoes and black pants-black shirts-black ties-black eyes-a frame-a portrait and-


There’s a hand on her shoulder. It’s resting on the blanket. Its weight is comforting. That is, until it starts moving. The hand is… moving? It’s gripping her, swaying her slightly. A voice, muffled, comes through the comforter. It sounds tired and vaguely frustrated.


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