Perfect Submission
Another child has been killed by yet another house-help – this time they are both males. The boy, a child of 3, was placed inside an oven and left to…
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Prose
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What this Life is Meant to be
I live by the seasons of death. I transact with the un-living, their stiffened death rattles, as they burn on bright-red embers releasing a spiral of thick black smoke. This…
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Trying to Remember
“Why does everything have to be so hard? Like we are just pretending and pretending. I try to be happy like everyone else. Forgive me for the days I can’t.”…
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No Strings Attached
Our little wooden cottage was set up on the coast of the Summer Vacay, not very far from the sea. A walk with grandpa, enjoying the tranquility and warmth of…
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American Mistress
It was odd what had come over Jake’s parents. Usually they argued. Sometimes violently. But this morning it seemed they had found some sort of common ground. His father…
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A Taste of Africa
It was a refreshing morning. As always: the morning breeze blew through my opened window, the dust, the scent of wet sand embedded on my nostrils, the ray of the…
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The Start of a Love Story
When I’m walking down a beach all by myself, I like to imagine the waves ushering to themselves, flowing back and forth, like a swing. I had a wooden swing,…
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A Fear Called Love
The thing that scares me about love is that you never know when you’ll fall into it. Your hearts gets attached immediately, but love, darn it, love is different. You…
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Down the Wires
“Some memories mean a lot to me, and I hold them close to my heart” Memories are the part and parcel of every one’s life. You always remember the…
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Chaos is a Friend of Mine
Things to do this summer: Paint all my walls black Get a new journal Put up the abstract paintings See a new therapist Publish the love poems Plant a…
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Silent Musings
“Oh, take this veil from off my eyes My burning sun will, some day, rise So, what am I gonna be doin’ for a while?” The blue tiles reflect…
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Turin Frog
The rain dripped; drip, drip, drip. The sound distracted me from watching a movie on TV, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, laying on the sofa, in my socked feet dangling over…
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Water Works
The water rushed by the last rock at the cliff’s edge, flinging itself into the open air beyond, and then falling, falling, falling; and smashing onto the stone and water…
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The life behind Third-Culture Kids
Is growing up abroad really as grandeur as it sounds or looks? Looks can be deceiving, and while bearing that in mind, what really lies behind the lives of third-culture…
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Memory of a Laugh
You walk down the grim hallways, and see yourself laughing around with your friends in a corner. You see the smile radiate and you smile too. You look above and…
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