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.
Image Source “Natural selection,” the voice said, “is obsolete now.” Zac was struggling to focus on the words that were resonating all around him. Despite having memorized… Read more “SPPRIG Testing Laboratory”
This story is written as part of a writing challenge–WRINGO (writing BINGO), which is proposed and played by my office friends. There is a grid with different genres for… Read more “The Confessions of a Celestial Being”
Hey you! Yes you. You ugly thing. I know you. You are the one who knows how to detonate bombs. Right? But that is only what you… Read more “Fission or Fusion?”
I cannot be certain Of how and what happened. The other day, or was it the night? Perhaps a movie with the old theme, Of a Dr.… Read more “The Man under the Tree”
You were the red cherry, Hanging on a tree. I was the snow, Covering the hills. I wanted to fall On top of you To form something… Read more “The Failed Experiment!”