All the Birds in the Sky

Prologue: The brand new mission bus stood magnificently white underneath the neem tree, oblivious to the commotion of little bodies being shuffled in by a flustered nun. Sister Hazel picked the last of her Sunday-School pupils up and handed her to Brother Brown, checking around one last time to make sure no one had scampered […]

The Biology of Affection

Ursula’s light was usually on before anyone else’s at home. She woke early and bathed earlier than her parents, her two younger brothers, the neighbors. The glow of her windows held out as two white blots on a dark screen. Through the thick ambiance of dawn it remained that way, hours before anyone else woke […]

An Ephemeral Twilight: The Light

Life’s been a whirlwind of emotions recently. I took a hiatus to concentrate on school work — which gave zero dividend by the way– but I’m back now, and obviously, still trying out the emotional whatnots of writing. For Miss Penny – You might as well be an employee now. Fuck you. The drizzle blinded […]

As You Are: My Husband, My Friend.

He sat beside the window and waved her goodbye. She watched him leave, her head following the dust of the boneshaker till it was all dirt and no outlines. In silence, she turned around towards whence she had come; through the ticket office, into a porch, then towards the small fence surrounding the bus station.  […]

Between the Hours: A Boring Look, at a Tired Existence.

Fun Fact: The character in this piece was originally male. I decided to change him to a her, right after typing the last word. Pushed by some forces I guess. As expected the result was completely different. Same narrative, same themes, yet the vision changed completely. A strange thing, this life thing.  From the wired […]

Fat #1 (the prologue of sorts)

She stared at the fat blob in front of the mirror in disgust, that it moved when she moved, lifted its arm when she did hers annoyed her. Frustrated, she turned away from the mirror towards the closet, the phone rung downstairs. ”god damn it” Naked, she walked down the stairs with some reluctance, “this […]

Junior, My Boy (et dissimulas pecatta mea)

This was my submission to the ADA open call for writers. I have always had an interest in the horror genre of film and recently began experimenting with some of its elements in my writing. Unfortunately my story was not picked; which is not surprising considering I still have a long way to go in […]