The Man In A Portrait

It was a bright day in April, the clocks were striking noon. The dark figure swiftly made his way through the narrow alley in an effort to escape the summer wind. Slipping through the wooden doors of an old dilapidated mansion behind, he entered along with a swirl of gritty dust. The mansion hallway smelled of…

The Unwritten Diary

Sometimes it’s better to leave the pages of history blank. Some excerpts are better off unwritten. Better off as an “unwritten diary”.

Volleyball and Me! -by Crucio Girl

I first played volleyball a few years back. As I recall this, I realize that at that time I knew nothing about it. Something that I owe to my friends. They wanted me to tag along and kept on insisting. Their persistence managed to convince me. That was my penchant to play volleyball, and I…

The true value of money

“I wonder why these people act so cheap? It just costs a penny.” the child asked, glancing at a beggar filtering through a heap of waste.  “Why don’t you try borrowing money from them? Maybe then you’ll know why?” The father replied. (c) boringbug  

The lazy flower

“Hey, get up!” He didn’t really feel like moving. It was an annoying routine. What was the worth of it? Get up, survive and sleep. Contributing to the world as they call it. “Get up, you weed!” “Yeah, yeah, I am up, you happy?” “You lazy ass, you have one job, just be up!” He…