He stares down in horror at the smoke rising from the floor. The smell of burnt flesh fills the house. At his feet is blackened soot. White bones are blackened to char. The visibly pored skin is curved and stiff like a dark cracker. He touches it and it shatters into dust. Flesh is a … Continue reading Flash Fic: Dismay
Molly, Mummy and Baby lagged behind and watched as Ina giggled at every word Gaardi said. Ina would stumble and Gaardi would catch her before she fell and she would stare deeply into his eyes and apologise and giggle. Ina was acting so out of character that the other girls couldn't help by wonder why. … Continue reading The Loop. #14
Flo sat with legs crossed on her office desk as Max swiveled on the chair opposite her. The Marketer's office of Toi-Light Inc was basically a small room with a few desks and chairs. The seating arrangement was on a first-come basis because the officers were quite many. Workers were expected to be out in … Continue reading The Adventures of Flo: Frienemity. #27
She is seated in a shuttle bus. There is traffic, blaring horns, screaming passengers but she cannot hear them over the music in her earphones. She is waltzing in her mind, surrounded by pure bliss, when all around her, there is carnage. She sees the driver mouth something angrily. Veins strain on his forehead. It … Continue reading Flash Fic: Lyrica (Origins)
Before I start posting about how I am such a devout reader of literature, let me just admit (to prevent being a hypocrite) that I have been reading a particular book for the past two months. It is called A Wild Justice by Craig Thomas. I just picked the book from a corner (literally how I acquire … Continue reading I Read, Therefore, I Write.
Pitter patter is the sound of drizzling drums that is lulling me to sleep. Raindrops on zinc, seize the thoughts I think. Wet-dust aroma, wafting in the night. The sweet perfume, drowning the smell of kerosene from the yellow lamps. The murmurs of the late evening rains interrupt the discussions of buzzing mosquitoes. And crickets … Continue reading Poem: Night Showers
Suddenly, I decide to fix my mess At the spur of the moment, I decide to clean up my act. Abruptly, I want to make things right. But then, it ends there. I don't make another move but that.
Ina looked at the empty cup of tea. It had really helped to stabilize her. She imagined what would have happened if Gaardi had not come to rescue her, she wondered more about this strange attraction to him. There were so many things which she did not understand but she just waited to see the … Continue reading The Loop. #13
I'm sure we've all heard the expression, "Wearing your heart on your sleeve". In relationships, we are expected to adorn ourselves with that accessory by being open to our true feelings. It is something that prevents unnecessary complications in relationships. It shows people our true feelings, and who we really are. Such openness helps others … Continue reading Sleeves: A Dangerous Place for a Heart to be.
I have always loved poetry. I loved it so much that back in Uni, during my Introduction to poetry class, I'd be so frustrated when I couldn't understand a poem. (I even cried on one occasion) I love the art so much because it is the mastery of thoughts to word. Poetry is condensed and … Continue reading Review: Nocturne with Flame By Robert Okaji.