Craving warmth like never before, he crawled purposely towards the house that was illuminated in an inviting glow of light. So peaceful and welcoming, he thought. With a smile, and a whisper of gratitude he surreptitiously went in. He won’t make a sound, he promised himself. But just as the warmth of the house enveloped him, and the brightness of ...
This particular story begins with Mrs. Florence screaming; none of which escapes her mouth thanks to the duct tape that serves to silence her for now, and a few minutes later, forever. Yet those among you would beg to differ and state that it’s the fountain pen that did the grisly deed of silencing her. But let’s not digress; Mrs. ...
During the summer of 1989, Kelsey and I, became brown as berries. While I sipped apple juice, she tried her hand at knitting and pricked her thumb, which then bled a badass crimson. I thought it was pretty cool. I guess we all bleed the same damn color, eh? And it was that color I was reminded of this autumn ...
The moment he walked into the apartment, I barked out with unbridled indignation: Why?! How could you do this to me? And his reply? Just a shaking of the head before he trundled towards the kitchen cabinet, uncapped the bourbon, and hurled back two gulps. He glanced at me, pouted, and then his trousers slipped down to his bare feet; ...
I think I’m growing really old, Lissel Grese wrote in a firm hand with her fountain pen. Her rheumy eyes travelled along the fine blue lines created by her Mont Blanc while she let her thoughts wander. Flipping back she found out this was the first journal entry after three months; this was also the first entry in a long ...
I stand before you as a scientist and a human being that believes in the sheer will and power of the human mind. I stand here before you to tell you that there’s no God. As I humbly accepted last week’s Nobel Peace Prize for the vast contribution to science I’ve made throughout the years, it occurred to me that ...
Started with red wine as usual. Cheers has got some new staff who are much better. Bought this for my birthday next month. Got a foot massage. More wine and desserts at Sugar. Checked out this new joint at Grand. Enjoyed an Americano. Bought buriyani from Amrith. Came home, screamed at my mother and slept. Was a good day.
Adios RBK. Thank you for the many kilometers of fatloss. Hello Power! Nice discovering you hidden in a cupboard. You are great when it comes to interval sprints.
The sky turned blue, and the sun streamed through. Baby smiled away as I smiled too. Ga-ga-ga-ga, she said; not now, I honestly felt. Blood red strawberry jam trickled down, from baby’s chin slowly and sadly to the ground. When the sky turned a sudden and dismal grey, I wanted to laugh the blues away. I want Mama — baby ...
I listen to the dark brooding voice of Buckley and contemplate my predicament. What was once 6 minutes and 34 seconds of artistic despondency that wrung my heart strings like a dirty dish cloth when I was an undergrad is now just a lesson in patience. I’ve got a few seconds to scream at the top of my lungs before ...
Every house has a story to tell: the archaic porcelain that has been moulded 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, and a lustful garden teeming with verdant promises of stories long forgotten, and ...
Mama used to say that bad things don’t happen to good people. I wish Mama were alive now: so I could look her in the eye and say that bad things only happen to good people. I mean look what happened to me. Four shots of gin and I’m thinking of how life is like being seated on a speeding ...
