Earth“Gross’’I looked up in mild annoyance. “You can’t just say that’’.“But it’s gross’’He had a point.The alien; indeed, this was first contact, stumbled out of its ship in a horrifyingly ungainly shuffle8 min read·aavni.meOct 25
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Reconstructing King Tut's TombA week ago, stumbling about forlornly within the deepest abysses of summer-vacation-induced monotony, I found my battered old copy of Ian Shaw's 'The Oxford History of Ancient Egypt'. Thus was born4 min read·aavni.meMar 31
The StormGlinting slashes of white bone,Velvet dark of the unknown. An agile pounce, a booming roar,Blood seeps into the undergrowth. Blood-soaked earththe ichor of life Apollo’s wrath, muffled by storm.A shadow dispersed,A silence born.1 min read·aavni.meSep 9, 2025
The Perfume BottleThe many divots and indents upon its body of glass twinkle like the stained windows of a cathedral at night, devoid of colour. Stains that smell like the twinkling of an old piano in a dusty library. A smell that coats the hollows of your bones, like...1 min read·aavni.meAug 17, 2025