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 […]

On Another Could Have Been (A Soliloquy From the Third Perspective)

Loosely based on actual events Even as the sun sinks beneath two mountain peaks  As certain to rise again as I am to be alive the day after tomorrow, I contemplate the could have beens that never was. So many of them, scattered in a history of high adrenaline conversations  finally caving in to exhaustive […]

Fat 2: Family Ties and Lost Love

From the balcony a chubby teenage girl in glasses noticed a blue van pull in through the rain. She put down the novel she had been so engrossed in but seconds before and took off her glasses. Downstairs she could hear her mom and dad rush outside, she watched as they placed an umbrella over […]

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 […]

Liar Liar.

The skinny old man was shaking all over as he led him inside, the odor around him sinister. What was it really with mortuary-men and alcohol? The ghost stories were not real, they couldn’t be. If God did not exist, then ghosts didn’t either, and hell, he knew for a fact God didn’t