Sweet Milk (lies)_Nikhil and the Sign_Fixed? Transfixed I'd say_My last cigarette.
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Sweet Milk (lies)
Human nature is like… milk? Did that make sense? Tammi flumped down onto the table, deflating. English was the most pointless, useless subject ever to exist in the school curriculum. Even worse than maths. She didn’t need to know a metaphor for human nature let alone create one. Her teacher, Ms Sutton, seemed adamant it was crucial to ‘acknowledge the good and bad in one quick sentence,’ so she said. Personally, Tammi thought it was dumb. Ah well, hunger was kicking in at fourth period, so milk was all she had. After a minute or two, she looked around and saw everyone else had varying levels o...
Nikhil and the Sign
Nikhil Casse was a man on a hunt.A poor man in his early 30s, with shaky hands, an ulcer on his left ankle, and a generally poor demeanor was dreadfully lost in a city he lived in but did not know. Estranged from his family and any source of support, Nikhil lived in the sub-level of a studio apartment building in Center Square, New York City, paying for rent and food with a full-time dishwashing job. For the past decade he had been doing the same thing, eating the same food, seeing the same drab cityscape and walking the same walk; back and forth, back and forth from apartment to dishwasher. ...
Fixed? Transfixed I'd say
The doorbell rings, I immediately run to get it. "I'm here to fix the electricity supply" a charmingly cute guy, easy on the eyes, standing tall in front of my petite self tells me. "Umm?" It takes me a second to realize I haven't said a word yet and I need to let him in. Way to be embarrassing and creepy. Too mesmerised by his bold and confident figure, I just nod and let him in. He takes a few confident strides across the room and turns to look at me again. I'm flustered when he catches me ogling at him, sue me. I didn't expect an electrician to look like that, judgemental much? I'd say so. ...
My last cigarette.
I walk with no destination. I talk with no meaning. I eat with no appetite. I sleep with no thoughts. I wake up with no dreams. A day is just a day, to me. So is a month, or a year. I don’t expect anything. And nothing is expected from me. On the balcony, I lit up my last cigarette. I don’t bother to make a note to buy a new packet, no need to plan for a tomorrow when today is barely promised. The street lights had always bothered me. Why ruin the universe’s gift? Darkness is a blessing. A portal to a world of fantasies. With no light, no eyes can judge you besides your own. Isn’t that everyon...