Now, to be clear, I don't want to say I "read" all of these 31 books, because I listened to some of them. Contrary to the popular belief, listening isn't quite like reading. It's not! But that's not to say that listening isn't enjoyable or efficient. It's just a different skill often yielding different outcomes. … Continue reading 31 Books I Read This Year
The Cheese Mountain
He wants cheese and he works really hard for it. And it’s not that he only wants cheese, he is sometimes okay with bread too, brown ones, white ones, dough in any form, really. Especially if they are moist, soaked in milk, pleasant to bite at. Sometimes he fancies wine too, but doesn’t have the … Continue reading The Cheese Mountain
Gun or Pillow? (Interactive Fiction)
Your windows aren’t tinted and the panes are naked; curtainless, colorless and inviting. Behind that, I see a vulnerable world, unaware, unkempt, like kids hanging on the edge of a school bus. The front door looks paper thin and I could a put my foot through it without even scratching myself. I haven’t touched the … Continue reading Gun or Pillow? (Interactive Fiction)
The Hamelin Corp
Not so long ago, The Hamelin Corp was in shambles; debt-stricken, under the allegations of legal counterfeit. They owed millions in settlement to their partners and the competitive entities that sued them. The forgery and the news of embezzlement spread across the market like fire. Investors pulled out their money, alliances broke their vows, breached … Continue reading The Hamelin Corp
I Want One More Beer!
I am always tempted to have one more beer. If I have one, I want two. If I had two, I want a third one. If I had seven, I want the eighth one. If I am sober, I want to be tipsy. If I am tipsy, I want to be drunk. If I am … Continue reading I Want One More Beer!
Not a Water Guy
I could foresee my mission getting sabotaged by my will. My confidence was low, my heart beat was high, and I was naked; physically and spiritually.
Mr. Shorty, The Firero
He came inside huffing like a dog and sat on the chair without saying hello to me. His fat fingers held a wad of documents, and he had an expression on his face that told me he had either witnessed a crime or had climbed all fourteen floors of this building. “How can I help?” … Continue reading Mr. Shorty, The Firero
The Green On The Mountain
With his tiny little feet, he stepped on tiny pebbles across the shores, that little boy Timothy, and he kept stomping on them and kicking them away one after the other. It was fun. Monkeying around on the sand and throwing pebbles into the blue and calm ocean. Wooop they went. He rejoiced every time … Continue reading The Green On The Mountain
Van Gogh in Skirt
While laying the books on the desk with a disturbing thud she has looked at me. Her starched skirt ballooning, as she sits down two seats behind me to the right – that newcomer in the class, with panda eyes, dressed in a crumpled white plaid shirt, grey skirt, and a big distracting bandage on her left … Continue reading Van Gogh in Skirt
The Roach Is On The Couch
There is a dimly lit elbow room at the very corner of this house. Much like the ones that you see in horror movies with low budget that tend to fail at the box office. And the ones, that have characters with no arcs that are forgotten soon after their release. And in that room, … Continue reading The Roach Is On The Couch