A group of witchy dogs are burning stuff and chanting in a circle. The stuff they are burning includes: TV Computers Cellphones Doorbells iPad One of the dogs suggested adding dog leashes to the circle. Some agreed and some disagreed. After a lot of barking back and forth, no decision could be reached. The group… Read More »
The elephant that lives in Room 503 went to the building manager to complain. He is not a pink elephant, just grey. He calls himself a regular elephant. He has lived in this building for 18 years. The building manager is on the 2nd floor. Mr. elephant took the elevator down. There was a strange… Read More »
On a sunny weekend afternoon, you walked into one of the city’s hair salons. You see ladies getting pampered, hairdressers opening their cabinets and pulling out scissors, plastic combs and electric clippers. You were asked to sit at the lounge area to wait for your hairdresser. You sat across a lady that looks like she’s… Read More »
Someone wrote in her journal that: She wants to be a boy. She wants what her brother has. She wishes God make her a boy. She woke up a girl, still. The same person wrote in her journal, some years later: (of course it is not the same journal) She wants to blow up the… Read More »
Samuel, a half-Jamaican, half-Irish boy, is learning another language. Samuel has mentifery abilities. He uses them. This time, Samuel’s choice of language is Japanese. This has been a hobby of Samuel’s. He wants to understand the language and the culture. As he learns, he bends the language, leaving the culture to wrap around on its… Read More »
On a 3 acre farmable land, there is a house that weighs 1,230,000 pounds. Inside, four women are talking. One young heir of an industry. A pair of codependents in therapy. One perfectionist. “We don’t want to have children. We have no energy left to properly raise them without making our lives unbearable.” Said one… Read More »
October 19th, Twenty-Twenty. It is a Monday. You can verify. The writer isn’t lying. She heard the splashing sounds of one car after another running over the same puddle of water. Splash. Spla-sh! The writer didn’t investigate the puddle. She wasn’t interested. Confession – The writer is a woman. Continue. This year, Twenty-Twenty that is,… Read More »