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Suffocation
SUFFOCATION.by Paddu MenonToday.It was the first thought that came to her as she woke up. He was gone. And, soon, this bedroom, the house in whose eastern corner it sat, and the tiny garden outside with its gnarled old red hibiscus and the half-growww.onedoor.ccwn mango tree they had planted together, all those would be gone as well. It was the strangest feeling ever. Apart from that the garden was abloom. She had loved the hibiscus in different colours, the roses big and small and the hydrangeas and the chendus. Common but so colourful. Supriya woke up with a start. She was sweating and her hands felt cla...
Come On, My Selector
“What does a scanner see? ... I mean, really see? Into the head? Down into the heart?… into us - clearly or darkly? I hope it does…see clearly, because I can't any longer… see into myself. I see only murk. Murk outside; murk inside. I hope, for everyone's sake, the scanners do better. Because…if the scanner sees only darkly, the way I myself do, then we are cursed, cursed again… and we'll wind up dead this way, knowing very little and getting that little fragment wrong too.”-Philip K. DickA Scanner DarklyMurphy chucked aside the paperback copy of Zamyatin’s We he’d been reading – God, what a b...
As A Matter of Fact
AS A MATTER OF FACTLet’s take a moment to breathe in, and breathe out. I thought to myself as I closed my eyes and allowed the flow of my breath to move through me. The music danced in my ears and a gental breeze whispered past the hairs that gave goosebumps to my arms. I let thirty minuets pass as I allow my mind to cleanse. I opened my eyes to the dimmed living room light and rested them on the fan in the corner. Back and forth, it sends whispers to all who acknowledge it. My gaze moved to the cup of coffee that has been sitting across the room for the past thirty minuets. There was somet...
Am I an 11 year old ghost, or a 5 month old ghost? I haven't been here long
I've heard stories that my older brother (and only sibling) believed everyone got to go door to door to ask "Trick or Treat" and receive a bounty of various candies...because it was his birthday. He told me that he actually believed it for many, many more years than he cares to admit. Our parents encouraged it. Our parents are very funny - and kids get candy just because it's my brother's birthday.My name is Dexter, Dex, Duders, The Boy, the name my Ancestors gave me, and more. Although, now I know when I'm being spoken to, even if my name isn't uttered. I died at 11 years old... though everyo...