* * * “Whassup, cute girl?” a stranger tried to grab Isabella’s shoulder in one dark midnight. “Argh!” Isabella screamed and ran. No one seemed to hear her screaming there near London Metro, so she kept running until she found a taxi and went home. Every time Isabella remembered that horrifying experience she was upset. … Continue reading »
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Emilio and His Axe
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Francois and Fishing
* * * It was Friday night, and Francois was in his office, engulfed in deep frustration. Jean Luc, who had been Francois’ friend for ten years, gave him a friendly call, “What are you doing tomorrow?” “Nothing.” “Let’s go fishing. We haven’t done it for ages.” Francois was elated and accepted the invitation. After … Continue reading »
War and Small Nations
* * * Once, high above a pasture, where a sheep and a lamb were grazing, an eagle was circling and gazing hungrily down upon the lamb. And as he was about to descend and seize his prey, another eagle appeared and hovered above the sheep and her young with the same hungry intent. Then … Continue reading »
We Are All Artists of Life
Enemy or Friend?
* * * Me: (11: 24 AM) Yeah, I’ll bring the plates. Her: (11: 25 AM) Thanks, I appreciate it. Anything you’d like to bring? Me: (11:28 AM) Yeah, I’ll bring Nasi Goreng. Been sometime since the last time I cooked one. You? Her: (11:28 AM) Ah, I’ll bake some cake. Me: (11: 29 AM) … Continue reading »