A short story about Belonging.

A short poem.

Screams are often secreted within silence.

A.N.Trani (7.28.2010)

A short horror story of a boy called Little Tim who grew up in a village of superstitions. Though he feared nothing, he had an inner fear to face – his loneliness caused by his parents’ sudden disappearance two years ago.

Poem about Western culture.

Diversity is needed to help grow this planet.

I still find it hard to understand why there are so many of us who refuse to interact with anyone else. This disconnection is what will tear us apart.
-A.N.Trani.

Are you dreaming?

All my life I’ve felt myself being an outsider – an observer of the rat race – watching and studying the herd, the mob, the rabble, the idiots, scurrying around, keeping to their petty needs, and living out their meaningless lives, trying as hard as they might to keep their minds on things – on something, on anything, on anyONE for that matter – anything except for the ludicrousness of their existence on this little star called earth. “No, no! We don’t want to think about that,” they say. “Leave us in our laughably fictitious and puny worlds of self-deceit and masochism. We’re happy this way. Leave us be. Leave our lie(s) alone! What even gives you the right to be different, anyway?! Just who do you think you are – questioning? Questioning things?! Questioning us?!” Okay, maybe not in so many words, but you get the gist. Anyway, one day I sat down at my dining room table, and finally wrote a poem about it.