Shika Paka Power:The Cat Influencer.

The creature stretched itself lazily in front of its custom made mirror.With its one good eye,it scoped out the little room,shrouded in semi-darkness.Was this real life?Was it just fantasy?It recalled lazing on the plush purple velvet pillow in the afternoons while licking its fur to the sounds of Bohemian Rhapsody and the taste of freshly …

The Art of Storytelling:The Lottery.

I do not know about the most of you. About how you lived your nights or how you survived blackouts whenever our "dearest" (KPLC) was out on a routine maintenance of her incompetence. For us, we would tell tales and it was during these moments that we would hear all the craziest myths there is. …

TAO-CHINESE CLASSICAL TEXTS Heaviness is the basis of lightness.Stillness is the standard of activity.Thus the Master travels all day without ever leaving her wagon.Even though she has much to see, is she at peace in her indifference.Why should the lord of a thousand chariots be amused at the foolishness of the world?If you abandon yourself …

FATALE

The scoundrel sat in a dingy, smoke-filled room, in a building more uptown than any other in the city yet most downbeat. As music played faintly and distantly on the vinyl player in the corner, he nursed his drink contemplatively. He gloated, in a twisted sense, at how the very bar he sat in was …

Spend the Night with Me

They say people do crazy things for love, but I do crazy things for food. Specifically carbs. Specifically those made from wheat. I'm talking pasta, bread (like that pretentious-sounding but magical kwasson), cake, pizza, chapati. If food had celebrities, wheat products would forever be on magazine covers in perfect lighting and with expensive garnishes and …

Another Person

By Seth I watched her walk by the shore, the sea whipping around her bare legs. She looked desolate, caught up in the moment. I watched silently from the balcony as the girl I had grown to know and love… no, she was no more. The girl was still there, but her soul was gone. …

That’s the Way the Cookie Crumbles

If you are the type that bites your nails when nervous, then the past few weeks must have left you bleeding. But what else would have been expected from you when the presidential race was a nail-biter or simply put, a race tighter than your gir... (pun unintended). As Chebukati slowly crunched the numbers, speculation …

Oh God!

I have always been curious to find out who was the first human being to exclaim 'Oh God!' What section of the world were they from? Which god were they referring to? Were they happy or sad or both at the same time? The section of my brain with a chronically bad sense of humor …

Day 3: Confusion.

Three days. It took them three days to notice her absence. Said days had been silent, peaceful even, and not once did it occur to any of them, to be peculiar. The evening was also quiet. Not the normal quiet. An unusual quiet like the calm before a storm, a sort of premonition of doom. …

MY ERATO

Your presence propels me deep into the beauty and grace of being with you Let me caress you, let me hold you, let me bring stillness into our breathless existence  You may think you are not special. In a moment of existence, you are the center of my universe. Let’s be consumed by the passion …