Fiction

A number of discussions can be found online on the eternal question of ‘books vs movies-which is better’. The opinion is overwhelmingly in favour of books, but that is a bit unfair. I would like to present the arguments favouring books that seemed to be the most logical ones: 1) …

On the fateful day of 21 December 2012, we climbed up to a mountain peak to spend the night gazing at the anticipated eventful sky, away from the city lights. The Earth & the Sun were to be in a rare solstice aligning with the galactic center of Milky Way. We …

She sits up bolt upright, in the middle of the night; something at the back of the mind stirs, What is this??? A stranger and strange murmurs!   She looks around in the dark and checks, and is somewhat glad of her loneliness; she confirms, no one there, but the …

Black ground, grey shoes Look up, look at them look at you, Winding road, full of machines, Programmed for servitude;   Black ground, grey shoes, Look up, look at them stare into you, Do they know, or are they just curious, About my long hair and that beard;   Black …

  “I’m Never Alone…”   He admires her as she gets dressed; reflected in the mirror in front of her. They make a great couple – him with the sandy hair, emerald eyes and deeply cleft chin; her with the cascade of auburn hair, honey eyes and dimpled cheeks. Perfect …

A Tribute to Alt-J   “The Lust for Death consumes me…”   My word, she is beautiful. The window hazes over in cigarette smoke as I watch her, weaving her way through the tables, graceful as a swan. A short, snug dress that does her full justice. Oh yes, it …

  This is the story of a man whose life was a miserable journey full of hardships. Nevertheless, he did not let any of it cloud his mind. He chose to live inside. “The fruit must be sweet” he used to say. All was going well. Then happened a night. …

“A world closing in on my senses.” {The piece has explicit content – those too sensitive to stuff like that (I hope not) ought not to read it} Forth – back – side – down… colours! Pretty lights! Magicked; pretty-pretty, all over. Something crawling, someone calling. Yes? No, I don’t …

She walks down the dark, lonely street, as the night wears on. The dank lamp light throws deep, dark shadows off the brick walls lining the near-empty lane. Empty, like her eyes… But no, look closer. Her eyes are not blank. Emotion swirls in their depths. Anger, perhaps? No, it …

“Helplessness” She felt a sharp pain at her side, but the perpetual paralysis prevailed over her will to react as she slowly fell to the ground, while the men started to work into her bark and eventually cut her into logs.   “Blissfulness” The crimson liquid coarsed through his throat …