De-bugs of our lives


“Hey Liam, how are you doing brother?” asked a tall and handsome fellow in his bathrobe and shorts. “This is Liam, he’s a good friend of mine. Liam, this is Jake, an okay friend of mine.”

“Quit it. Hey Liam,” said Jake setting his bottle of beer down for a handshake to the new guy in the room. Continue reading


The Meltdown


CJ looked up at the kid who was waving at him. “Look papa! He is looking at me,” said the little boy in the red shirt to his dad who was standing beside him waving at CJ. He has seen thousands of people like him in the past one week that he had spent his time there.

“Erika, are you ready?” asked a young woman in her early twenties wearing a black shirt, khaki shorts and a traveler’s hat.

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Does Guilt Have a Name?


‘Songs of Innocence and Experience’, giving out a little smile reading that, he pushed the book at its place in the shelves. The tall man reached out to the top shelf sliding his fingers across the dusty old books, The Monk, check, Persian Letters, check, Hymns to the Night, check. He tilted his head slightly to the right in reaction to a slight knock on the door. Pushing the book back inside the rack, he walked towards the door.

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No Escape

30839265_08091377fa_o_dDan’s phone rang loud in his pocket as he drove the car to 75mph, it was Lisa who called him, and he ignored it. He didn’t want to talk to her again, he thought explaining her that he wasn’t happy and the marriage is not working for him would only make things worse. Instantly he got a text message, it was from Lisa. He couldn’t help but notice the screen as it lit up, it said, ‘Severe pain in my stomach, I fell off from the bed, where are you? I need some help.’ Continue reading