Cherry

My dead diary - politics and alcohol

An ongoing story of sorts in very short episodes. In which our narrator misses the times when the undead could carouse more freely.

Average Mentality

A day in the life of the Bipolar brain.

Self-Medication

The blinding lights are getting duller, And the depth of the world is becoming fuller. The girl in the mirror regains familiarity, As I return back to sobriety.

Short (This name says it all)

There was this boy. He walked to school everyday. He packed his own lunch and he lived on his own....................

Memories are made of this

Where a micro-phone and a braille book lay

Truth

There’s this place in my dreams where I have been before But I can never reach it that’s what I fear for. I have been to many places but I haven’t seen anything like it before.

Post modern satori

The sun defused on glass The ripples around a whirlpool The static on the TV screen The senses switching on and off DNA and RNA recoiling Alpha state and awake Birth and death Satori

Dining Etiquette (short short story)

I repeated the unfamiliar process several times to her satisfaction. Looking away for a moment, I turned back and gasped.

A Natural Covenant

Blades of grass as sentinels in the parlour of a new season

Memories are made of this

Was this it then?

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