Tell Me a Story…

Hello peeps! Sorry for being MIA for so long. But the promise of a story still stands. It is not much of story and more of a jumbled up thoughts of a disturbed mind on a long sleepless night. Without further ado, here you go: The Miracle of a Dream She was standing in a…

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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…

Tell Me a Story

Helloooo peeps! Do you remember a few days (actually weeks) ago, I promised on delivering a story every week? Yeah so after missing a week or two, yours truly is here for the simple purpose of telling you a story.  Here is this week's entry from my side: The Chicken Piece  Image Source "Saab! This is…

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.

SPPRIG Testing Laboratory

Image Source “Natural selection,” the voice said, “is obsolete now.”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 them by heart, he had to listen to them daily because according to ADLTHood 101, he had yet to internalize the concept. “After extensive research, it has been concluded that…

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…

A Perfect Sphere—WringoInk

Zoobia Shahid was among the brightest students in her class. The 14-year-old had only recently learned that world was elliptical. Copernicus and Galileo had faced quite a handful of troubles before the perfectionists finally came to terms with the fact that their beloved earth was not a perfect circle. She didn’t know what kind of sacrifice she would have to make for her parents to appreciate her truly.

Her and the Cat

Characters LADY 1: A middle-aged woman with graying hair. She is corpulent and looks tired. She used to be a looker in her younger days. You could tell that by her twinkling, honey colored eyes. She is the wife of a decent and wealthy man. Yet, she never stops complaining. LADY 2: An elderly widow…

To Play or not to Play! Week 4, WRNGO—2017

All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning…