1987: A Short Story

2350 HOURS He pushed the door open, jolting the rubber stopper out of place. Back in the corridor, a flickering light bulb had its beams of light dancing on the shards of broken glass on the floor. Clearing his desk of all the stray papers with one swift move, he dropped the brown, premium leather […]

#Shorts: Illusions

The empty garden was made more beautiful with the presence of his friends. Separation had made them fonder in his eyes, and not that they were here, they couldn’t stop talking. Back and forth; it was like a dance. A minute later, he was reminded he was alone in the room, hoping for what had […]

Not a Lot of Words

CHAOS “Chaos. When you can’t wake up before 9 but college starts at 7. When you want Coke but get Pepsi. When there’s no Maggi. When you run out of [characters]” BLISS “The wife’s skull cracked open. Brains everywhere. He felt bliss.”

Burning Bridges – Chapter One

  Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Jason Fernandes rung the slightly rusty bell on his bike before turning […]

A Tale of a House of Cards

House of Cards. What a show. Completely. Mind-blowing. Oh, Kevin Spacey you glorious creature. I was recommended House of Cards by a friend recently. In fact, I had seen the pilot episode a couple of months back after seeing some awesome reviews, but somehow that episode didn’t really interest me at that moment, so I […]

What’s in a Surname?

He wiped the sweat on his forehead with his leather – enclosed hand and placed it back on the trigger. His eyes flickered. Thoughts running faster than his heartbeats. “Anything?” he asked dryly. “No,” answered the man next to him. Max, was his name. Maximilian actually, Maximilian Hurst. Everybody called him Max, not because they […]

The Incidental Phone Call

As the man stepped out of the gymnasium and onto the clean, grey pavement, a trained eye watched him through the lens of a professional camera, as he shuffled his duffel bag from his left shoulder onto his right and wiped off some sweat from his forehead with a napkin he held in his left hand. The camera sat in the hands of Carl who sat in his blue sedan.

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