They meet in the crossroads every night to plot their next escapade against those who live in the light, these devils of the night with a small wing on each side of their body. Only the telephone lines slowed their flight in the shadows of the darkness where their obeah could swiftly and savagely curse a life to misery and ruin.
The Honeymoon is Officially Over
Jess stands in her bloody, torn nightgown, silently willing her hands to stop trembling, as she carefully aims the rifle. Her hands steady and her focus clears as she reminds herself that just one well-placed shot, fired quickly before he awakens, is all it’ll take to end his reign of abuse and her short-lived marriage.
Love Bite
It doesn’t help when she keeps biting my neck. Though she because died because of the blood loss.
Love Bite
It doesn’t help when she keeps biting my neck. Though she because died because of the blood lose.
Shaved
I shaved today and then I felt his gaze on my absurdly young looking face.
Fuck you Truancy Robot, I’m an adult!
Beautiful
You are truly beautiful.
Like a pumpkin.
Shattered Hopes
I hollered at the top of my lungs, pestering my Mom for a pair of brand-new shoes for the prize-giving function next day at my school to receive my brand-new certificate. All my happiness and hopes evaporated into thin air just like the dew before the sun when, stepping out the store, I set my eyes upon the nameless, legless beggar girl of my age sitting on the sidewalk with a certificate won at a school prize-giving lying by her side, dusty and dog-eared.
Hope, Sarcasm and Wisdom from the Mother of a Writer
“It’s tearing me up Ma all these rejection letters are getting piled up on my counter from everywhere I sent my work to and they all come back to me with illegible red ink glaringly scrawled across them which no one in their right mind can read so how am I supposed to know how to make them better?”
I could hear the sarcasm dripping from her voice over the crackling phone line “I’m sure you will be crying me a river about these rejections when you have your first book published until then buck up and grow a backbone.”
A (k)night in shining a(r)mour
With eerie eyes closed,
I assure myself of my
impressive invincibility.
Still waiting for you to
profoundly puncture
the audacity of my
armour.
Echo.
I feel my teeth try to bite the wall while i silently scream.
I love her.
Raincheck
Ok, I said we should take a raincheck.
I didn’t mean for us to have this ten-year drought!
Sorting
Yesterday, as a group we spent the whole day sorting ideas into categories.
Today we’re going to work out what to do with the overflowing smug box.
A Moment
” You know that I love you, right,” I breathed out, looking at my wife with what a I hoped was a agreeable smile.
” No, husband,” my wife replied, a smile crossing her face in answer,” you’re not hanging out with your friends at the bar, watching the Super Bowl…”
Supermodel
She was a butt supermodel but she quit.
She always smell fart after the photo shoot.
Advice
I have advice for when you happen to buy a dog.
If the breed is GIANT FIRE-BREATHING Border Collie, don’t just assume that is the pet store being all clever and funny to sell dogs.
Lady, please move!
He stood there at the bar in great pain staring at the back of her beautiful long red hair, desperate to get her attention but the noise from the rock band being so deafening it prevented any conversation, leaving him no recourse but to forcefully shove her away from him.
Now that his foot was freed from underneath her bar stool, he could begin making his apologies.
Alien Lovers
His name was not a sound it was an idea, somewhere between orange and warmth with hints of sincerity, kindness and reliability. Until this time he had been alone but now there was another and together they slipped across the landscape, scavenging at times, at others simply rejoicing in each other’s company.
Purpose
“These worldly desires are a trap,” said the hermit and travelled far in search of purpose.
Debts paid and children fed – his wife had found hers.
Life
Life is a journey so fierce, yet so exciting that one can not comprehend with what struggles may be waiting ahead.
That is why we must remember; desserts is stressed spelt backwards.
Sour Apples
He wanted to be like Lennon, which made me McCartney, I guess. We never needed George or Ringo – nor, as it turned out, Yoko.