Three hearty swigs of freshly brewed beer later, Mr. Well reckoned that another couple of hearty swigs of beer were in order. He didn't drink often, preferring to let his body recover for days and weeks at a time before the next swig of beers. Mr. Well liked mind-altering substances and his preferred choices were … Continue reading The Heart is Racing, It Keeps on Repeating
Sins walked out of the washroom feeling the lightest he had felt in years. He swigged a couple of gulps of warm beer and opened his laptop to begin working on a presentation that was long overdue. Finishing the beer, he decided not to go for a refill, but then, remembered he was out of … Continue reading The Mind Is The Master. Control Your Mind, Control Your Life. Thank You.
He only opened his eyes because he could. Tossing around his mattress, that had been uncovered for days, piled with dirty clothes, junk food wrappers, old newspapers and seventeen empty cigarette packets containing ash, he spied Satan, the cockroach he had named so last night, after it flew straight for his mouth, as if intent … Continue reading Bossed Around,Tossed Around, Screwed Around, For What? Worth.
Starr wasn't feeling well. Attributing it to the sudden change in temperature outside, she trudged morosely, without any feelings of productivity towards the kitchen to wolf down the three pieces of cheese burst pizza left over from last night. She couldn't find her phone, and it bothered her for some reason, probably the absence of … Continue reading The Story of Starr