Eight-hundred Words [A Short-short Story]

Infinite possibility is an avalanche waiting to bury me? Skimming pages is not reading. To read or not to read, now that is the question, whether it is nobler with the eyes to see the depth of the text, or with them, only look at the page, fooled by the superficiality of the paper, the … Continue reading Eight-hundred Words [A Short-short Story]

I Wait for the Rain [A Short Story]

It looks like rain, it feels like rain, it is going to rain, I can tell. I am a sick man--no, not this. I am a hungry man--no, not this either. To fall or not to fall for her, for anyone, for anything, we are always falling for things, for others, someone somewhere, it is … Continue reading I Wait for the Rain [A Short Story]