Part One A perfectly rational individual spends dinner with friends, shares his day’s misadventures with them and laughs heartily at every joke they throw in, but only six hours later is discovered wandering the streets, carrying a bazooka and laughing like a maniac. Wouldn’t you say that is the very definition of rapid decline? Of … More The Tormented
…wherein two gentlemen have a bit of fun… Kevin and his exotic-looking friend Calvino spent the afternoon in his room, with their ears firmly fixed on the comings and goings in the hallway outside, engrossed in a game that required them to guess who was walking down the hallway, using just the sound of their … More Microfiction Monday #6: Footsteps
…wherein Razim is stuck… Razim never once passed a chance to complain that he never had enough time to do all he wanted to, and so it was quite a surprise that when time froze one day, he had no use for it. To his credit though, it wasn’t just time that froze, his body … More Microfiction Monday #5: Frozen.
…wherein animals talk and do…stuff… He approached the pride of lions with well-founded apprehension at first. Upon realizing they did not plan on being hostile to him, he walked more confidently and joined them as one would his own family. They took him in. He reinvented his life around their endless pilgrimage through the Savannah. … More Microfiction Monday #4: Of Extroverts, Introverts and The Troglodyte.
…wherein Swabri has a train to catch… Swabri was an impetuous man, and for good reason too, or at least he convinced himself so. He’d grown disenchanted with life in the city. More to the point, he felt his life was headed nowhere. This, in a city that roared and sped past him at every … More Micro-fiction Monday #3: The 8 O’clock Train.
…wherein Kagame gets a new side mirror… Kagame had a rocky week and he complained as much to his confidant Rambo. “It all started when I damaged my car’s side mirror and replaced it.” He nudged his head towards the new mirror. “First day I used it, I saw a monster rushing towards me, a … More Microfiction Monday #2: Objects In The Mirror.
“First, the North Pole went South, metaphorically and literally. The poles just swapped. The Eskimo community of the North were incensed.” … More Micro-Fiction Monday #1
Part Two Perhaps this is as good a time as any to let you know that you’re going to die. No I don’t mean that in an existential kind of way, ‘All living things will die’, no I mean that you, sadly have no further part to play beyond this story. This is the end … More The Tormented
We’re different you and I, And couldn’t be further away, From being alike. You cry more, And I laugh less. You write from left to right, From right to left I write, You like to sing and dance, Singing while dancing, I’ve done not once. But… We hear whispers, Where others, Only … More Different.
This story you’ve never heard before, Of the Bedouin who terrifies his people so, The amiable folk of Wadi Swaffah, His name is Ali Hamza al-Jabbar. See the earth crumple, And squeal under his feet, See it crumble and slowly wilt. See the men scamper, Forlorn and wimper, As they crawl back into … More The Bedouin & The Dates