To be Poor

I look all around the TV stations, switching between them, looking for something concrete to feed my mind. I have started to dismiss all the other types of so called news headlines because all there is purely a game of checkers, like amateurs. All I can see are people throwing stinky oranges and rotten bananas…

Beats by Dr. Noise

I could feel the tissue of my eardrum vibrate within my ear, as the sound pierced through my head and into my skull, into my brain and into my veins. I hold my hands to cover my ears at first. Then I press them onto my ears in order to block out more of the…

Entanglement

Uniqueness, Anton came to discover, is a fallacy. Anton did not believe in being a person of himself. Otherwise, how would he live? Otherwise, he wouldn't be who he was. He wouldn't have gathered the guts to get Karen, his bae. He wouldn't have mustered even the slightest of nerves to ask her out. They…

Psychologically Deranged

The wind would blow hard against their shirts and carried with it, a smudge of dust that would settle on top of their white, wide-open pages of their exercise books. Shaffi looked at the particles of dust- the tiny brown free and spiritless specks-as they uniformly arranged themselves on his English book. With one hand,…