The playpen looks sturdy enough, but Shih-Tzus treat it like a puzzle box. Tiny paws wiggle, noses nudge, and before you know it, the pups have squeezed through the bars like furry Houdinis. The grown-ups don’t bother with finesse—they simply leap out with the confidence of Olympic high-jumpers. Owners stand baffled, holding treats in one … Continue reading Play-Pen
“Hitch your wagon to mine, and you’ll never be disappointed,” he would often brag in an inebriated state. It gradually became clear that he was referring only to organizational freebies, nothing more. “There is no choice but to do things as they are done here,” yelled a cruder version of the monstrosity called a boss. … Continue reading No Shortcuts
The New Entrant distinctly remembered leaving Halloween two weeks behind, before entering the Bistro, but the silhouettes at the corner table, with their indistinct features, sent a shiver down her spine, adding an intriguing layer of unease to the scene. She wondered why Denise had said something bad was going to happen, and Sister Aclima … Continue reading Blow My Skull
The artist walked to the dais to receive the award, her gown's train carrying a not-so-glorious past. Despite being chucked out of her job for asking uncomfortable questions, and her marriage failing because she did not give in to gaslighting and unfair demands, she stood firm. She walked through a subway every day, and empowering … Continue reading Shunned
The canvas has not moved, but the picture has changed. I’m not one to be tricked by visual illusions, but Earnest Easel insists it is the Truth. The Creative Canvas is an Empath that captures colours and shapes from the surroundings and reflects them. Tonight is the night of judgment, as Brewing Bucket manufactures a … Continue reading Fermented Fables
Once, ships brimming with cinnamon and cardamom sailed toward empires hungry for flavour and trade. Today, drones and satellites dominate the skies, pursuing data and asserting control. The spice route has become a relic of the past, overshadowed by fibre-optic cables and arms deals that bind developing nations to digital dependencies and defence pacts. Silicon … Continue reading From Spices to Silicon and Steel
Can I write a story in one sentence? When I raise a doubt, it writes one story; when I start writing, it becomes another. The need here is to disentangle entwined stories to make sense of them and condense the wisdom into a single sentence. However, life and writing prompts demand more, so I invent … Continue reading Scattered let it be
Silence needs to be a relaxed space Yet, I toss and turn in the gaps filled with gravel, spears and spikes Fear and Memory hold tight – Yikes Words hang from walls like serpents in caves they don’t need a tongue; they come in waves Six Sentence Stories
I was told water finds its level, but no one warned me that the subconscious does not. It fills up uneven places—behind the eyes, beneath the lungs, blocking oxygen, struggling to find its space in speech, in the silence between words. It disregards all the logic I was raised on — logic that connects me … Continue reading Spaces
“The Six Sentence Bistro Café is closed for the week” – Nope, it isn’t, but I wish it were. The regulars are all there, waving at me, and the bartender is moving on roller skates with a tray delicately balanced in expert hands. I stare at the white expanse on my screen and feel nothing. … Continue reading Closed for the week?
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