The Final Conquest

Perched on my favorite rocking chair in the wooden porch of my small house, I was swaying back and forth. A backward stroke of the chair, and dark shadows engulfed my charcoal skin. The magic of physical laws brought it back to its initial position and sparkling sunshine made my face glisten. Darkness after light……

The Politically Correct Coward

The dead screen of my old Nokia phone sprang to life as my rather annoying ring tone pierced the silence of the empty auditorium. I ignored it. Ba Dum TSS Another beep. My 6-year-old niece had set this tone when she was visiting me with her Mama. I kept the tune because it reminded me…

Why So Serious?

Duzan Domestica, however, had been too long in this line of business to miss why this green-skinned, strange looking girl was there in his clinic. Despite her emotionless face and heavy makeup, her smile lines were more than visible. Fanning out at the corner of her lines were several small wrinkles resembling a cat’s whiskers or a crow’s feet. Then there were the horrible concaves bracketing her thick lips, almost conquering her nasolabial region. Duzan focused hard on her left cheek but was not sure what to make of it. He reflected for a while. Then, “Smile,” he sighed and issued the one command that only he could give without risking his life.

Rebellion

They wanted me to rebel, against their atrocities, which they committed, mainly to provoke me. I knew they were wrong, that they needed to be stopped, Or Brutus would once again finish Caesar off. But I also knew their wants and to rebel would be to conform. To accept their expectations, To give them the…