Charlie looked bemused. This quickly changed to alarm a few days later, and serious concern after a week. The reason? Because she had whispered: It’s the voices in my head, Charlie. He ignored it at first. But then she said things or rather ‘lifted the veil off things’ in a way that would’ve sent a despairing chill up someone’s spine. ...
It’s someone called Jason on the line, my wife yelled while cradling Sara and stirring my coffee. Sighing, I padded towards the phone with a toothbrush in my mouth, and the double mint toothpaste foaming around my lips. I patted Sara; grinned at my wife clownishly; and growled into the phone — Yellow! — and all I heard was breathing. ...
He dug into the chowder, and his face expressed a look of pure bliss. A minute in and his face creased, coiled, and contorted in confusion. Staring at me, he gently placed his spoon on the table, put his fingers into his mouth, and pulled out — a petite finger with a gold ring around it. As his face turned ...
I swear my days start off brilliant. There’s nothing like waking up to a somber-coloured morning, and desiring coffee. Cuddling in bed and reading Stephen King is a plus. These last few days have been ace. I’ve been doing a not-too-strict version of the Warrior Diet. Basically, you don’t eat throughout the day, except for some veges and nuts, ...
Mum and Dad never listened when I said that there were lights blinking in the garden, and shadows playing on the walls; the reds, blues, and greens shimmered softly when everyone was asleep. But they sure did believe when we (including teddy) hovered up slowly and secretively from the beds, and were beamed up into the sky in the blink ...
Her son’s footsteps treaded a familiar route to his room, and the door creaked shut. But before those footsteps transported her son to his room, which was resplendent with posters of Skrillrex, Iron Maiden and ACDC, he hesitated outside her door (possibly confused as to why her door was shut) and uttered a familiar announcement. Except…except that it wasn’t as ...
Isn’t love grand? Summer always heralds in newfound love, and that inexorable need for human companionship. With sunlight bouncing off verdant leaves, and blushing lovers walking with their hands intwined, making promises they fervently hoped they could keep, it seemed an ordinary warm summer. By winter, all those promises made in the throes of orgasmic pleasure would dissipate like dew ...
Cafe Bella was going to witness a heady love affair that was going to melt the cheesecake off their shelves this late afternoon. (Or not.) But that’s what Antonio thought with his fine white teeth showcasing their unbelievable perfection as his pink Italian lips curled back in a seductive smile. Donning on his jeans, and slapping his ripped and taut ...
He slowly woke up to see the soft bars of sunshine streaming through the window onto his face. With a deep sigh he wished the object of his passionate thoughts would’ve been lying next to him so he could write a promise of affection on an arm so white that it could’ve been mistaken for snow. But he knew certain ...
Wrapped in a heavy night gown, Grandma was exhaling labored spurts of fetid air as she asked with a staccato-paced voice for more morphine. I could’ve given it to her but the last shot was given just half an hour ago. But did it matter? She was at death’s doorstep madly knocking away, wanting ever so badly to leave a ...
Julie comes to my thoughts unbidden, and the rustle of the bedsheets shows that she has crept into bed — to plead. Again. July dripped into August and became another month, and there was no inclination to write anymore. The gentle patting of the raindrops on the windows in my room always got fervent towards the evenings, and time seemed ...
