May 2013
7 posts
18 tags
May 11th
9 notes
10 tags
One-way. (tiny-story)
Man: “Have you gotten me that ticket?” Dude: “Yep. Here you go.” Man: “Wait, why is it one-way only? It’s expensive buying a second, you know.” Dude: “Oh, sorry. I though that because nobody was expecting you to return, you wouldn’t want to.”.  
May 11th
13 tags
Innocence.
This is a story. A story about a girl who was born, pure, innocent, by two curious human beings. Now these human beings, being so curious, got curious of each other, and the little girl was the result of their curiosity, and probably blooming love.  The human beings, yet still so curious, got themselves into an experiment. They decided that they’d teach their precious girl to see the...
May 6th
1 note
8 tags
May 5th
1 note
6 tags
May 5th
1 note
8 tags
May 5th
5 tags
May 5th
3 notes
April 2013
6 posts
7 tags
Apr 21st
17 tags
Useless-short story (Kingpin remix).
The three walked to the hollows of the wall, of which they liked to call their own balconies. Most of the time, each slot was one of their own, but sometimes, they mixes it up. Just to see how is it like, looking from another’s looking glass. Lady, with a glass of “Lady” (imitation cocktail, an olive and water), leaned her feather light body weight on the wall, knowing the...
Apr 17th
8 tags
Apr 10th
9 tags
Apr 6th
15 tags
Apr 4th
12 tags
Love is in the air.
Love is in the air. Twirling, around, rather graciously, pushing Each, and every other, aside For a chance, a slim chance, to stay still. So crowded, it nearly suffocates You.
Apr 2nd
March 2013
10 posts
10 tags
Fucking irritating conversation between two guy on...
A bumped into B on the road. A: Fuck, man! Fuck! B: Fuck? A: Fuck! B: Fuck?! A *groaned* : Fuck off, man. A walked pass by B to carry on with his work.
Mar 28th
6 tags
Mar 27th
7 tags
Mar 27th
5 tags
Mar 27th
7 tags
Mar 27th
13 tags
Falling for you - tiny story.
“I feel like I’m falling…hard…” “Really? Why?” “For you, my dear. You and you only.” “Are you sure it’s worth it?” “Of course, love! You’re more worthy than anything in this world.” “Really? Since a soft pillow can catch you, but I ain’t doing it.”.
Mar 24th
1 note
9 tags
Mar 18th
1 note
15 tags
Wall of faces.
Long ago, there was borned a witch.  The witch were blessed to be faceless, as her creators thought she would be happier, not having to see what this world was all about. But the witch was not happy. She desired a perfect beauty, the beauty of the face, of perfect eyes, perky lips, snowy skin; the beauty of joysous laughing, souring tears; like those girls in the humans’ villages. How...
Mar 11th
21 tags
A gentle method.
Today I stumbled on a photoshoot by Robin Hammond, called :”Condemned”. Hammond himself, went to Juba (South Sudan) to seek for the true image from a mentally ill’s eyes.  There is a reality in Juba, showing how mentally ill people were chained in jails, alongside with crimes committed criminals. And just like their jail mates, these “patients’ are condemned to a...
Mar 8th
15 tags
Lame pun intended joke.
“Do you have any idea where our wedding ring might me?” “No. Doesn’t ring a bell to me. Ha, get it? Ring a bell?” “It sure doesn’t ring any bell to me.”
Mar 2nd
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February 2013
16 posts
10 tags
Feb 27th
1 note
10 tags
Feb 26th
11 notes
15 tags
Feb 21st
6 notes
15 tags
Feb 21st
14 tags
Feb 16th
2 notes
8 tags
Feb 13th
8 tags
Feb 13th
7 tags
Feb 13th
6 tags
Feb 13th
7 tags
Feb 13th
15 tags
“Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things...”
–  Natalie Goldberg
Feb 11th
1 note
9 tags
The crooked straight life of dear mr. Crooked.
There once was a crooked man Who lived in a crooked house. He has a crooked cat (whose named crookedly “Crooked”) Who loved his crooked hat. That once a crooked morning He morned to the crooked road. He spent his crooked penny On a crooked rope. He then tied it, crookedly (how lavish), Around Crooked’s crooked neck. But stumbled on a crooked bush He crooked,...
Feb 10th
1 note
12 tags
Feb 6th
2 notes
7 tags
Feb 4th
120 notes
13 tags
Feb 3rd
10 notes
11 tags
Risky-(tiny story).
“No. I can’t risk my chances.” “But if you don’t, you’ll risk losing your chance forever.” “But I can’t risk throwing away everything i have, for such risk!” “Why can’t you chances with risk?” “Because it’s too risky.”
Feb 2nd
January 2013
12 posts
15 tags
A daily routine (short story).
He stopped the car, expectedly. It has become a habit of him, to stop. Forceful, but willingly. The traffice seemed longer than usual. But he was fine with that. It’ll give him more time to leisurely watch the show. It should’ve started by now. As he lowered the glass to let in some seemingly fresh air, he saw a tiny lone shadow, slowly walking to the edge of the bridge.  HIs eyes...
Jan 30th
12 tags
Fair. (short story)
“I want a little sister.” The little boy smiled his brightest, as he gave his parents the answer to their question: What would he like for turning 6. His smile was so beautifully innocent, beautifully sincere, that oh-so-frankly, beautifully torn up the smile that was once plastered on his mother’s chapped lips. A mere second had she got to get a hold of herself togerther, to...
Jan 28th
1 note
8 tags
“No one wakes up to be an asshole. Whatever people do or say in a stressful...”
– Enna Eskin
Jan 26th
13 tags
Jan 25th
6 tags
Jan 25th
1 note
6 tags
Jan 25th
6 tags
Jan 25th
1 note
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“Why do we need to grow old and be a careless adult, when all you have to do is...”
– Layla Ezkimer
Jan 23rd
10 tags
“Napoleon once said :’ All religions are made by man.” But many...”
– Layla Ezkimer.
Jan 15th
13 tags
“Life is short. So eat dessert first. You might not be patient enough to wait...”
– Layla Ezkimer.
Jan 11th
2 notes
17 tags
Karma.
Now I know. There’s so such thing as karma. There’s only turns. The game mister almighty God loves to teases us with, turns. There’s always something good after something bad, and then it would be bad again. It’s just the length of it that makes us difficult to define it as a turn. If there is something called karma, a sequence of actions that is defined to be either...
Jan 7th