The Geecologist

The Asra

The Asra

Aug 17, 2024 | Fiction, Poetry | 0 comments

Every day so lovely, shining,up and down, the Sultan’s daughterwalked at evening by the water,where the white fountain splashes. Every day the young slave stoodby the water, in the evening,where the white fountain splashes,each day growing pale and paler. Then the...
My Name Is Red

My Name Is Red

Jun 24, 2023 | Fiction | 0 comments

I am nothing but a corpse now, a body at the bottom of a well. Although I drew my last breath long ago and my heart has stopped beating, no one, apart from that vile murderer, knows what’s happened to me. As for that wretch, he felt for my pulse and listened for...