Your windows aren’t tinted and the panes are naked; curtainless, colorless and inviting. Behind that, I see a vulnerable world, unaware, unkempt, like kids hanging on the edge of a school bus. The front door looks paper thin and I could a put my foot through it without even scratching myself. I haven’t touched the … Continue reading Gun or Pillow? (Interactive Fiction)
Not so long ago, The Hamelin Corp was in shambles; debt-stricken, under the allegations of legal counterfeit. They owed millions in settlement to their partners and the competitive entities that sued them. The forgery and the news of embezzlement spread across the market like fire. Investors pulled out their money, alliances broke their vows, breached … Continue reading The Hamelin Corp
I am always tempted to have one more beer. If I have one, I want two. If I had two, I want a third one. If I had seven, I want the eighth one. If I am sober, I want to be tipsy. If I am tipsy, I want to be drunk. If I am … Continue reading I Want One More Beer!
He came inside huffing like a dog and sat on the chair without saying hello to me. His fat fingers held a wad of documents, and he had an expression on his face that told me he had either witnessed a crime or had climbed all fourteen floors of this building. “How can I help?” … Continue reading Mr. Shorty, The Firero
He is standing there next to a mirror that his breath can’t fog. His misty self is quite uncertain how he got here. But now that he is here, he keeps his coffee brown beret, or the essence of it, on the console table. The table is a black and quirky oriental solid wood – … Continue reading The Sense of Belonging
With his tiny little feet, he stepped on tiny pebbles across the shores, that little boy Timothy, and he kept stomping on them and kicking them away one after the other. It was fun. Monkeying around on the sand and throwing pebbles into the blue and calm ocean. Wooop they went. He rejoiced every time … Continue reading The Green On The Mountain
While laying the books on the desk with a disturbing thud she has looked at me. Her starched skirt ballooning, as she sits down two seats behind me to the right – that newcomer in the class, with panda eyes, dressed in a crumpled white plaid shirt, grey skirt, and a big distracting bandage on her left … Continue reading Van Gogh in Skirt
There is a dimly lit elbow room at the very corner of this house. Much like the ones that you see in horror movies with low budget that tend to fail at the box office. And the ones, that have characters with no arcs that are forgotten soon after their release. And in that room, … Continue reading The Roach Is On The Couch