Whispering
Written by Jacob Ibrag Sometimes I walk to the corner of a room and pretend to be part of it. IContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Sometimes I walk to the corner of a room and pretend to be part of it. IContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag The run, that’s all that truly matters. Pacing through a tunnel with no light at the end of it,Continue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag He found himself constantly trying to unwind after her words constantly undid the insides of his mind.Continue Reading
4/11/2016 “Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.” – Sylvia Plath PhotographerContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag His smile, it lit up her soul. She was addicted and wouldn’t have minded an overdose. It was the kindContinue Reading





