Sleeping in my rented room, I hear a knock I come out to some friends wanting to hangout. We go out, one of them is married with kids while the other tries to seduce him. We proceed to his house for a bbq, he says his wife expects us though it seems le contraire. No…
I was holding my baby nephew close to my chest. He liked my singing, I believed it calmed his stormy zeal down at times. As he clutched into my neck, a poke of nausea got to me. Quickly I handed him over to the closest person to me in the room, my mother, and ran…
There is that stinging pain. The obvious sign of grief. Somewhat an alarming note to a disrupted paradise. A bell rings for someone like me. To grieve is one’s response to loss. To react a certain way when something is taken away from you. When it’s not your choice to begin with to lose it.…
I started to say something. You did ask. Telling me that at some point I had to open up and let you into my world. The words came out slowly, and I tried to say everything as clearly as I could, digesting the fact that I was indeed giving this a chance. To let someone…
The mind is always loud. Especially for people like us. We who think of the most unorthodox, who wonder about the strangest occurrences, and who always try to explain the unfathomable. My mind is loud and cloudy. It buzzes like a broken radio at 2 in the morning, subtle noises keeping you company and ruining […]
It was cold and unforgiving. When did the sky lose all the star? Jenna left the apartment half an hour ago, ran as far away as her legs could take her from him, and thought of hiding in a small playground, hoping that the night could hide her from her fiance’s wrath. She shielded herself…
Some stories I would not share, because I knew they would terrify you. Some tales were better off buried six feet under, where they could never hurt you. Where they would stay there, unmoved, hopefully dead. But some would rise back up from the dead, blasting out the dirt and mud, climbing up in rotten…
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