It is with much skepticism that Maynard Vijaya considers a new hairline. He thumbs through the catalog of possibilities: the widow’s peak, the low hairline, the high hairline. Well, those are the only three options, really. Except for the receding hairline, which he already has. But the pages of the catalog reveal all of the … More Hairline Fracture
Jan woke up to the scratchy tickle of a tumbleweed rolling over her face. It was a strange sensation. Like she was trapped in some underworld where scribbly creatures danced over dead bodies. When she opened her eyes, she saw a solid block of gray—a blank nothingness. But then she turned her head and saw … More One Piece at a Time
The teakettle shrieked as Isabelle trudged across the flat to retrieve it. She was in no hurry. Let it scream, she thought. She wished she could. But Isabelle was lost in melancholia. Screaming about Billy’s betrayal seemed too much effort. Instead, she had been nestling within the sanctuary of sleep, still occupying only her side … More The Flatmate
When Godfrey Chasm woke up on Sunday afternoon with crusty eyes and cottonball-mouth, he felt groggy but relieved. He hadn’t slept a wink for almost two weeks, not when thoughts of his newly minted ex-girlfriend, Lenora Lymehart, tormented him like a storm crashing down upon a man already drowning. But last night, somehow…last night, he had … More A Many-Splendored Thing
A sweet, blue clarinet melody slipped through Rashmi’s open window like a velvet ribbon carried in on a breeze. The sultry strain of music wrapped itself around her softly, so softly, as she sat on the sofa reading a novel. Rashmi set down the book and pressed her eyes shut as the smooth notes caressed … More Blue Note
Dear Reader, One year ago today I finally stopped idly thinking “I should start a blog” and actually sat down and did it. I didn’t expect anyone to read it, except maybe a few friends now and again. Instead, I’ve been overwhelmed and gratified to find all you wonderful followers who regularly check in on … More Thank You…Yes, YOU!
Writer’s block party: Everyone hangs around with nothing to say, just listening to Muse.
In the beginning, Goddess created land and skies to form a world, which she called Dalynia. Now, the world was empty, so Goddess filled it with light and darkness, color and shape, landscapes and villages. The land ascended and fell in mountain peaks and flat valleys, with sugar-water lakes pooling on the plateau-tops and citrus-water … More The Creation
Shanti walked along Avenida de la Rue Road, her eyes fixed on her personal device in disbelief, when she suddenly tripped over a tree root bulging through the sidewalk and fell flat on the ground. The PD flew out of her hand, her chin scraped the pavement, and the contents of her purse – including … More The Last Bookstore
As the rain drip-drip-dripped onto her bare head and the tears slipped down her exposed face, Farina watched the love of her life roll away in a hearse. He had always held a curious fascination for death; Rakim had been dark-humoured that way. Before they were married, he brought Farina putrid bouquets of wilting flowers … More The Darkness