Sunday, August 1, 2010

Chapter 2: Agnes's Child

Something was catching up with her and it wasn’t age. Worms don’t spill out of your mouth every time you talk when you grow old. It certainly wasn’t the case with her mother. She wondered what would mother have said to all this, had she been alive now. She had always been pretty good with explaining things.

It sounded like a blasphemy at first. But Agnes had enough roam in her life for blasphemies now. There was a void that needed to be filled.

Well, explain this to me now. You lying friggin’ bitch. EXPLAIN THIS!!!!

Yes, she wanted to ask her, see the look on her face and laugh. Just the way when she decided she had had enough of mirrors and smashed them all with her fist, croaking with laughter and feeling her fingers give away against the impact of the jagged shreds.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Chapter 1: Remembrance

It is well past midnight. I lay in my bed, listening to my own shallow breaths. Feeling weak. Dizzy. I cannot sleep, which is fine because I haven’t written anything for days now. Memories at times are hard to grasp, like the wild birds of the forest.

I am not the man that I once was. There is this stranger in the mirror staring back at me these days whose acquaintance I dread.

I got up from the bed, hearing its hinges creak and stir as I struggle to get up. I am an old man now, I rarely leave my apartment. I must be in my seventies, seventy three if I could get the counting right. I do not get much else right these days. And I am only writing this story hoping that the facts have stayed preserved in my mind; the way it really happened.

Saturday, July 24, 2010


In the Garden where roses grow in multitude, you step on the grass and you feel the soil giving away beneath your feet. 

A woman appears, ascending the spiral staircase that runs below the Garden’s surface; beneath the earth, the sheds remain shoddy but clean; small wooden chambers where night life is quietly celebrated whiles candles run on oil and the air is damp with the dreams of love.