The Orchids’ Prayer

The Orchids’ Prayer No it was not love…he knew it was not…she could feel it was not but wanted to believe that it was…at least for a little while…she looked strong like an oak but she was an orchid on the inside…yes that is right she was fragile…the world was cruel…she was fragile…the world was…

Men in 2017

Men in 2017 Light…bright light outside…sun, yes the sun they called it and smiled…I, too, smiled…they fed me and I smiled again…they laughed, cried, made noise with what they called words, they sought something…they constantly sought…not it was not me…they did not know what they sought but they fought when they could not see…they got…

And a Philosopher Goes to a Whore

And a Philosopher Goes to a Whore Endless arguments through which men seemed to be searching the truth had finally tired him in one of the cold British evening in December. It was almost the end of the year and he was melancholic once again. “It is all nonsense; constant classification, definitions, explanations, all nonsense!”…

I Killed the Evil in Him

The doorbell rang. It was 3am. Two men broke the silence wildly on the dark streets. One kept beating a drum, the other one blew a shepherd pipe. Everyone had to wake up. They had no other choice. My mum answered the doorbell. It was her friend who was worried that we might have failed…