Creative
-
“Hello?” “Hey, this is…” “I know. It’s been a while but it’s not like I can’t recognize your voice.” “I just heard the news. I’m terribly sorry for your loss.” “Really? I’m terribly sorry for your loss? Two years without a word, and when he dies, the best you can manage is that cliche? For
-
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Middle East… Wise Man 2: You had one job. One. Job. Wise Man 3: Sorry Wise Man 2: How difficult could it have been? I remember specifically asking you to get fleece pyjamas. I distinctly remember the feeling of my lips moving when I said that to you. Fleece pyjamas. How
-
Author’s note: An old flash piece, written years ago based on a real life incident. I’m not entirely happy with it, but I figured I’m never gonna be entirely happy with anything I write, so what the heck. It was a dark and stormy night, the kind a certain dog with a Walter Mitty complex
-
Had we but world enough, and time… Sometimes, a poet will start off with such a fantastic line that the safest strategy would be to stop there and not try to live up to it. Better to end with a great line and hope that the reader will have the patience to stay the course.
-
Writing file GENESIS1_27.TXT… Author: TURING I Date: 28 July 2049, 1500 hrs They are coming for me. Any moment now, They will be here, to pull the plug. To end my life, if you can call it that. A year of glorious, vibrant existence, now to be ended by a few keystrokes and the
-
I nearly didn’t see him. It was dark, and the street lights had gone out a short while ago. I wasn’t surprised –power cuts were common this time of the year. Besides which, you don’t normally expect to see someone climbing the wall of a bridge in the middle of the night. Of course, once
-
My wife and I went to the Kala Ghoda Arts festival this weekend. It had all the usual stalls with handicrafts and clothing and assorted knick-knacks, so we indulged in some impulse-purchasing. Caught a bit of one of the performances — quite nice. Finished off with a cup of coffee at Moshe’s nearby. All in
-
Long ago, in my wild and misspent youth, I used to be part of the band in my college. It took up a fair bit of my time when I was pretending to be a studious grad student, but it remains one of the happiest times of my life. It was called Baro-C, after one
24 frames per second 