Bossed Around,Tossed Around, Screwed Around, For What? Worth.

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.

Emotions are Biochemical Algorithms, His Code had malfunctioned during Testing.

She stared at him in a weird way, as if never having seen him in such light before. Her eyes went wide, like a shaft of light that illuminated an eye, with the intent to shock, scream even. He stared back at her, his eyes as glazed as they had been in days, oozing its … Continue reading Emotions are Biochemical Algorithms, His Code had malfunctioned during Testing.

The Aimlessness of Sins

After spending seventy four minutes on his friend's couch gazing into space and imagining nice things like companionship and alcohol, Sins decided to sleep. He hadn't slept the previous night because, the whole time he had a constant feeling that there was something inside in his head, something that was preventing him from lashing out, … Continue reading The Aimlessness of Sins

The Astute Thinker

He hadn't been able to sleep last night, having caught the sunrise on a fresh Sunday morning, as he inhaled a fresh batch of imported dutch tobacco, taking long drags, savoring each breath, experiencing the lightness that he felt spreading thorough his bloodstream slowly, steadily building up, what he thought a sense of calm and … Continue reading The Astute Thinker

Fighting Back

Sins wanted to have clarity, in the sense that he wanted to know exactly what he needed to do to live a life of comfort and style. His girlfriend, on the other hand knew so, exactly, and he couldn't help but admire her zeal, wondering where on earth, or rather, when on earth would he … Continue reading Fighting Back

The Feedback

The familiar sense of overwhelm overwhelmed him. He was procrastinating again and didn't like it one bit. He felt powerless, like a small snail swimming against a gigantic upstream, fated to lose but conditioned to put in some last ditch effort to save face before the inevitable loss. Sins had the feeling again, the feeling … Continue reading The Feedback

Goodbye Starr. Show Them.

They met on a pleasant 1st October afternoon and parted ways without a good-bye in the early morning of 25th. It had been the happiest twenty-four days of his life. He jogged his memory trying to think about her words, the strength, the beauty of it, delivered with charm, passion and empathy, her eyes, the … Continue reading Goodbye Starr. Show Them.

Hey Sins, Don’t Be Afraid. Take this Life and Make it Better.

He reached Starbucks Coffee at exactly 12:30 p.m expecting to put in at least three hours of productive work. He was happy when he woke up today at 8:00 a.m because he had proceeded to wear his new running shoes and use it for the next hour including a couple of sets of push-ups and … Continue reading Hey Sins, Don’t Be Afraid. Take this Life and Make it Better.