I do love you, and I promise you that there’s no one else, he said as he gifted her one of his winning smiles, all polished and ready to charm women off their feet. With sunlight glinting off her hair, she was thrilled with this admission as she smiled back genuinely. As she happily tucked into the warm pancakes drizzled ...
I do love you, and I promise you that there’s no one else, he said as he gifted her one of his winning smiles, all polished and ready to charm women off their feet. With sunlight glinting off her hair, she was thrilled with this admission as she smiled back genuinely. As she happily tucked into the warm pancakes drizzled ...
Chen stared at his reflection and gently dabbed his cheeks with rouge. He colored his lips a bright crimson, and inexpertly used eyeliner to finish his bedtime ritual. He tuned out the sniggers and whispered insults that he heard, and walked to his bunk. Roy thrice asked Chen why he dresses like a queer before he goes to bed at ...
Chen stared at his reflection and gently dabbed his cheeks with rouge. He colored his lips a bright crimson, and inexpertly used eyeliner to finish his bedtime ritual. He tuned out the sniggers and whispered insults that he heard, and walked to his bunk. Roy thrice asked Chen why he dresses like a queer before he goes to bed at ...
Do you see what you’ve done, Claire? This is not me. It’s not me. It’s something else you’ve brought from the other side. It’s evil and selfish. Dolls can’t cry, Claire; but I want to.
Do you see what you’ve done, Claire? This is not me. It’s not me. It’s something else you’ve brought from the other side. It’s evil and selfish. Dolls can’t cry, Claire; but I want to.
The day before the rapture took place, Kaplan’s nose started to bleed. The blood formed a rill down towards his chin. He smeared a streak of blood between his fingers and prepared himself by sitting down quickly and closing his eyes. The tremors started from his feet and moved up fast towards his head; it becomes so ferocious that his ...
The day before the rapture took place, Kaplan’s nose started to bleed. The blood formed a rill down towards his chin. He smeared a streak of blood between his fingers and prepared himself by sitting down quickly and closing his eyes. The tremors started from his feet and moved up fast towards his head; it becomes so ferocious that his ...
Adam was agitated. Adam was flirting with the idea of taking a wee step over the edge and falling into the tawdry embrace of madness. He didn’t. For the moment. Instead he switched on all the lights of his house and listened. He waited. He listened. Intently. As sunrise approached, and his shadow crept up onto the wall, he felt ...
Adam was agitated. Adam was flirting with the idea of taking a wee step over the edge and falling into the tawdry embrace of madness. He didn’t. For the moment. Instead he switched on all the lights of his house and listened. He waited. He listened. Intently. As sunrise approached, and his shadow crept up onto the wall, he felt ...
Every house has a story to tell, I suppose: the archaic porcelain that has been molded by ancient hands, which are imprinted with flowery motifs; the out-of-tune grand piano that surely entertained the rich glitterati of that time; the stained satin bedspreads that have witnessed a string of infidelities; a lustful garden teeming with verdant promises long forgotten; and who ...
Every house has a story to tell, I suppose: the archaic porcelain that has been molded by ancient hands, which are imprinted with flowery motifs; the out-of-tune grand piano that surely entertained the rich glitterati of that time; the stained satin bedspreads that have witnessed a string of infidelities; a lustful garden teeming with verdant promises long forgotten; and who ...
Dear Reader. I suppose this is an admission. An admission of guilt to be more specific. I am guilty of murder. A justifiable murder. Allow me to take you on a journey that culminated in the spilling of blood and guts. See. A period at the end of a sentence will denote a sense of finality. But it also allows ...
Dear Reader. I suppose this is an admission. An admission of guilt to be more specific. I am guilty of murder. A justifiable murder. Allow me to take you on a journey that culminated in the spilling of blood and guts. See. A period at the end of a sentence will denote a sense of finality. But it also allows ...
The memories from the past are hazy, but there’s always one particular memory that sends a chill down my spine; both our spines: Alan’s and mine. But we are adults now, and we laugh it off, that is if we ever talk about it, which has been just twice during the last 30 odd years. Papa was happily having his ...
The memories from the past are hazy, but there’s always one particular memory that sends a chill down my spine; both our spines: Alan’s and mine. But we are adults now, and we laugh it off, that is if we ever talk about it, which has been just twice during the last 30 odd years. Papa was happily having his ...
Michael’s face lit up as a happy thought traversed through his brain like a comet. He thought, It’s My Lucky Day! He was thrilled that there was a vacancy for a videographer with a pay of 700 dollars a day. He wasted no time calling, and a charming voice that belonged to a man called Travis answered the phone. Hot ...
I didn’t think I’d have had anything to write about, but I do. I’m writing because of Alan. He can’t move on with life when that is all we’ve ever wanted to do. It still hurts to see his perfect blue eyes shiver and swim in tears; but it hurts far more when he says that he’ll never hear Daddy ...
His eyes conveyed a hidden message to her as he bought her a Vanilla Swirl Ice Cream; electric pulses of confusion lit her neurons up like a Christmas tree as she tried to decipher the unspoken secrets he gently threw her way. It became like this ever since Mama died. The grief she left behind was stitched into a duvet ...
She yelled: It’s your turn, Milo! Alright, so truth or dare? He thought a moment and said: Truth. She asked lasciviously while everyone else was hooting and clapping: What turns you on? He replied with a good natured smile: Sex with dead girls. There was a pause. Then then all started laughing and slapped him on the back while telling ...