One Page Stories

Business meetings be like.

Talking to a new friend she expelled her onto me the fresh drama. "Oh no!" Hysterically she yelled out for all her flatmates to hear. They were unphased by her theatrics. "Oiii," she'd curse mildly in her mother tongue, thinking what an idiot she

Meow Sip, sip I drip my whiskers in ambrosia - the gold of liquids. My pupils dilate at a sniff of pure fresh air of dreams. Transported away. Gone out. Jolted with an energy I run past the hurdles faced. Lightning at heart reverbing all insides upside up and down.

Age is a shapeless unit of measurement, created by and for the sole purpose of the human world. Time keeps passing on no matter the Age it's in. It is the alpha in control of its territory. The day you start counting the time you become a dissonant

Fingers crossed in agony by a valiant force. Resisting unsuccessfully. Elbows shot up and back rapidly. Pain rising exponentially. Hip crushed, sending the body to the ground. Pinned down, a broken bone, there's only letting go. Started with a lucky gesture, but that's all it needed-

Idealist lives in the everyday pretense universe we all call reality. The idealist owes to his sanity that the best comes true.

A man writes only as many stories as times he'd loved and hated for.

Witness the world from every angle. The only way to get to know a Reality is through the human perspective. Not yours, but human. The collective view of the world. The collective feeling of how it feels to be as 'I'. Meet as many you won't

The East Side of my apartment is window glass, floor to ceiling. I call it the 600-inch TV with a singular channel - my life. Little do the viewers of the troubled couples, smokers, and widows, know I watch back the millions upon millions of infinite channels - their life.

On top of the hill everyone finishing their story, breathless. Many pass in quiet. Collecting things in the swaying branches. Shots fired. Seen as a witness. Figure turns. Shots Fired. Head on the ground. No more is the observer.