The Critical Goose

The beer in her hand still ice-cold; she empties the glass in one go. It hits the counter louder than expected. She doesn’t hear it though. Her train of thought’s catching up on her. What colleagues want, favors friends are always asking, comments made by family. Dad had a way of saying things. Comments full of envy no one noticed due to its unobvious layer of charm. Karen had learnt from a young…

The car’s passenger door opens briskly. She slides her legs in the passenger seat next to me. Her short navy skirt contrasts her thin white legs. My eyes wander around her fair skin to her calf high boots. Black boots. Certainly not cow leather, perhaps calf leather (suede). The car door slams shut, I push the pedal. Haven’t looked her in the eye yet. My one arm loosely on the steering wheel; the…

Just jump in, don’t think – let’s kill each other off on first instinct. It was on the 11th of July. They blew another building to the ground. Only 51 survived. When I heard, I went to the desert and had myself a mushroom. Jumped and hopped around (la di da di da), brought my blaster and blazed it super duper loud. I didn’t know sadness could taste so sweet once you put a music layer on it. My…

Beyond the concept of “Man” lies … An entire world of Truth. I went to a museum the other day and felt – so much pain. The decoration made me think of the Red-light district. Animals such as myself, entire species, had been killed and placed there on display, by a race who had decided they were “less than”. Man. Motherfuckers, motherfff … . A paw on the plastic grind stones; a muzzle made of…

The noise of downstairs’s party guests dies out as I close the bathroom door behind me. I sense I’m not alone in Tony’s bathroom. ‘Why are you still here?’, Clara looks at me from across the bathroom wall. Her blonde curly hair wrapping up the sadness in her face. Her question echoes from the black-and-white tiles. This bathroom really is huge. The words are almost there, on my lips, but I…

Tears taste like salt. Did you know that? He doesn’t reply. He touches my cheek. You have a pretty face, he says, pretty body too. His eyes wander down. I’ve seen this look before, from other men. He caresses my shoulder. He plays with me like a child. Don’t you like this?, he says. I turn my cheek away from him. I’m choking up; succeed in hiding my pain. His hand has moved to my ass. His eyes…

With Your Friends You’ll Never Be Alone

She wakes up with the worst headache. Looks around. The house is a mess; every couch is filled with guys and girls; she herself slept awkwardly in a scruffy olivelike armchair. She lifts herself up, ready to stand from her bed, trips over something on the floor. It’s Bob, the world’s worst drunk. Not the frat boy type, neither alcoholic, but still, getting there. He’s the guy you call when you…

For All My Girls In Line / Love Conquers All

Again we cross paths. You stop me, finally. I am ogling you up and down. It’s my favourite part of the day. Hey girl, look at you! If I am interested to date? Hell yes, I am! You caught me right on time; dating has been the one thing on my mind. You know, life is difficult. A date more or two makes my day shine. I mean, if you only knew how my life goes down. Went from big house to prison-like…

Attempting to survive #verbalabuse: how-to.

The noise in our kitchen is all-encompassing. Upon hearing it, my mind is once again in freeze mode. The kitchen knife in my hand; potato unfinished. It’s like I have paused our little discussion and I see the frequency of your vocal cords reflected in the kitchen wall, which has started to colour deeply yellow from the evening sunshine rays. I can hear myself trying to talk over you from afar,…

Surrealistic Calms – Inspired By Patrick Watson’s “Can’t Stop Staring At The Sun”

I’m calming myself in the windy storm. There’s no more mud on the floor, it has turned into sand. Gravity is challenging me. The warm light is somewhere there; through my closed eyes I can feel the Sun. I’ve been in a similar place before but have never quite felt this secure. My toes touch the sand, yet my feet feel like standing on a hard grind core. “Let the wind come; let the winds come.” The…

Short story on #Censorship, Freedom of Expression & #ClimateChange: Starsailor - Four to the Floor (Thin White Duke remix)

  You were right from the start, you taught me to see my part. In the big confused world out there, you gotta take your part. You can’t just leave its future in the hands of other confused people, can you? The iron hand did not understand the cry of the common man. Said the history teacher? I mean, “the iron hand”? I’m pretty sure the iron hand is still in charge.If you would be my girl, we’d ran…

Climate Change Question: Do You Really Love An Animal If You Make It Dependent On You? #zoo #cuteanimals #pets #ecotourism #nature @earthlingsmovie @speciesism

True or false?

If you love an animal, you don’t cage them or treat them as less than yourself (because you are also an animal). Humans in zoos or with pets, etc, may think they love animals, but they don’t recognise that they themselves are higher in the animal hierarchy and, as such, can never truly LOVE another animal. The only way in which a human could LOVE another animal is by setting the…

New #shortstory on #genius and the feeling of #aloneness - inspired by the #awesomemusicvideo #Angel of #pianist @TokyoMyers

‘It’s not me, it’s you’, she had said. She had looked at you in pity, down in Donnie Darko’s good ol’ fashioned downtown’s diner, where you two first met. You thought she was different, unique. Why else would she have been in that shabby ol’ jazz diner? At the time, you thought you could lose some abstract theory just for fun or even your sense of loneliness in her. You thought she would…

"Not a lot of people are able to understand the precise mechanics of another’s particular brain and how another perceives this world. But this person does." Fragment of a #shortstory inspired by 'Rose Tattoo' from @DropkickMurphys

  I’d wake up every morning and before I’d start each day, I’d take a drag from last night’s cigarette that’s smoldered in its tray, down a little something and then be on my way. This song’s all about loving that certain special someone throughout life. Life is painful, and rough, no matter who you are. Specifically so if you’re constantly looking for meaning. Because there’s only addiction,…

Finally, after 6 months of #writersblock, I made it to yet another #shortstory based on a #musicvideo by @TheScore called '#Stronger' #Nevergiveup #perseverance #growthmindset #resilience

‘Kim’, Nadya is surprised to see me, she looks up at me from the red café couch. After I approached it, she had suddenly stopped talking to her friends. Friends that used to be mine. 6 months ago. Too long ago. Ages ago. ‘You’re here’, she’s trying to sound normal. ‘I didn’t think to see you again’. I nod kindly and give her a little smile as to say ‘all good’. Bet you didn’t think I’d come back…