I really just write what comes to mind, so not EVERYTHING necessarily has a purpose behind it other than for my reader’s amusement.

Another one of my poems.

Preceding year an audacious dacoity was taken place at the house of a rich landlord, in my village. It was at about midnight when eight dacoits equipped with pistols and swords penetrated the village.

Thought of this after getting really connected to my sword.

My demise shall improve the world.. .

Sometimes research needs to be … er … cut off.

A story I wrote a few years back. Sorry for any grammer/spelling mistakes I wrote this A LONG TIME ago.

An astral being recruits a human hero to save his world.

Training swords.

This is the beginnings of a great and epic story. This part is about the main character, Regret, dealing with some bullying at school. There will hopefully be more parts coming that will include more fantasy.