• Fiction

    An Unexpected Turn Of Events

    A man stood in the dark corner of the club and stared almost imperceptibly at someone. He held a glass of vodka with wine in his left hand which was hardly drunk. The hand shook quite obviously and the vodka mix struggled not to spill. In fact, in vodka speak, the molecules were yelling for the man to keep steady. The man, of course failed to hear them. What he heard clearly however, was a petite female’s voice, asking her dance partner to ‘rock her harder’. Now, he shouldn’t have, because the din and the heat exuded by the bumping and grinding mass of bodies gyrating maniacally, blocked all coherent sound;…

  • Fiction

    I Wanted To Write A Story

      Yesterday, I wanted to write a story. I actually sat down and ate my fingers absent-mindedly until I came up with the plot.By the time I did, the blood was flowing so badly I had to tie up my hand. Yesterday I wanted to write the story of a man who killed his daughter. He would meet her mother, his wife , in a bakery where they both worked. She would be smallish, cute and needy of affection and he would want to take care of her. They would consummate their feelings behind the rusty shed, where general washing of pans took place. This shed would be the same…