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Flying epiphanies

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It was another long day at the office, and Merina couldn’t take anymore of it. He clock rang 8:00pm, and she sighed. She was putting in long hours, and for what? She couldn’t bear her coworkers, uncrowned kings in their world; she couldn’t bear her manager, at whose beck and call she had to prostrate before; and most of all she couldn’t bear the corporate life, turning her titillating mind, which had been so frisky once, into what seemed like rotting mush. Bah! It was no use thinking these saddening…read more

Jan.01
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The revenge of the rose

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It was the year 2012, and I woke with a craving for junk food. My eyes opened to a sparsely furnished dull room. The bright pile of clothes lying on the corner of the bed contrasted starkly with the dirty faded white of the overlooking wall. Dust had filled up the empty space on the floor, where it lived along with the wrappers and other knick-knacks I had abandoned. The slightly pungent smell of untouched worn clothes irritated my nose. Stretching myself, I shuffled out of the now empty bed…read more

Nov.06
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The Owner

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The old clock started it’s song at exactly six thirty. Champaben woke up at six thirty one, and her day began. Quickly getting ready, she woke up her dependents one by one, dealing with each of them in turn. They were all like her children, and she was responsible for their day beginning properly. Years of practice had set her schedule just right. She started the stove, and put the cut vegetables on the pan. Simultaneously, she started preparing breakfast. Her hand moved of its own accord, accustomed by years…read more

Jul.18
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Dogs

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I have always been afraid of dogs. People say it’s because I’m a girl, but I don’t believe that’s true. I remember a few drunk friends of mine, female, ferociously attacking dogs when barked at, so I don’t think that stereotype holds for most girls. Anyway, it does hold for me. I am almost paralysed when dogs come running to me. They might be called cute, but in my eyes they are ferocious creatures which have no shred of mercy in them. If you’ve ever experienced a dog running towards…read more

Aug.26
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The moonlight field

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I was on another one of my moonlight strolls through the asphalt streets of the city. My companion walked beside me in absolute silence. Words were but a hindrance in the absolute oneness of our companionship, and we were silent. The roads were completely deserted but for us, making us feel like gods. We walked along, our breaths misting in the cold air, our bodies walking parallel. An empty field crept up alongside the path, making it seem like the world ended on that side. It had a wall along…read more

Aug.23
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