Grandma asked grandpa, “I don’t like almond. Why do you like it so much? I mean, describe to me, what’s good about almond?”
Grandpa said to grandma, “Well, almond is like sex.”
She gasped. “What’s the connection between almond and sex?!” asked my grandma. Read more?
“What if we never met, I never saw you crying in the rain, and you never had a fight with him? Would it be like this?” I asked. “Like what?” was her answer. “Having a one passionate night together, holding tight each other, warming a cold night together, enjoying a wonderful sex.” Read more?
I opened my eyes and saw you standing there. You were dressed in a black gown and a black veil, with a newly lit Dunhill slipped between your fingers. You stared at me emotionless. The smoke hung in the air, the fumes covering the room with the lingering scent of your cigarette. Read more?
There was a Father who lived by a tree on a hill and had a cane made of oak that he kept staring on when it was dawn, and held it when the sun comes. One day, a bird flew down from the sky of the dawn, perched on the tip of his cane. Father looked at it deeply, emotionless. Suddenly, he said to himself “Is it time?” Read more?
Here I lie awake alone in the darkest, yet the hardest part of the night, thinking about the days I spent to create an ideal world inside my head. But when I realize that in reality the world is changing, those thoughts blur. Soon, another thought enters my mind: Read more?
I dream. A man with a meteorite dagger stands in front of me. Silently. Out of curiosity, I take my first step towards him and keep moving forward until I stop about 3 feet from him. Suddenly, he slashes my arm with his dagger. Read more?
I was at a long blood-red corridor with no memory on why I ended up there whatsoever. I tried to walk pass the long corridor. And suddenly, I heard a sound of chimes. I kept on walking, and the sound felt closer. Read more?