I am a rock. I live by my parent mountain side along with billions of my siblings. I am still young but I have lived for over 200 millions years. I was born when a lake of larva cooled. I was bigger but one day long ago , a giant animal crashed into me and…
Month: November 2019
Writers’ Journal #41 – War of the Words
In Tohou valley , there are 2 rival villages. They are located at the opposite sides of the Tohou river connected only by a bridge. The area being entirely surrounded by steep mountains from all corners meant that both villages were totally cut-off from the outside world for most of the times. Only on rare…
Writers’ Journal #40 – Wallpaper
Ding! Dong! “Honey , I’m home!” The bell rang and I heard the my wife’s voice not soon after. I closed off the laptop , unplugged the power and got off from the desk. It was a sign that my day was over , at least to me. I promised her last week that I…
Writers’ Journal #39 – Sweet and Sour Dreams
It was a night I would never forget. I wasn’t sure I was dreaming or awake all through out the night. Or I was at home or some other place. It was definitely full of sweet and sour dreams. But lets start from the beginning , shall we? I remembered distinctly that I missed my…
Writers’ Journal #38 – Power Habits
Lets talk about habits. Sleeping habits , eating habits or even morning toilet habits. Everyone has his or her own habits , some are knowingly and some aren’t. In fact , we are creatures of habits. We like to think of ourselves as “thinking” beings but in actual fact , we are slightly more than…
Writers’ Journal #37 – Magic Mirror
“Oh , dearest daughter of mine , let your father knows what is it that you would like for your birthday?” , asked the King of Togonia. “Oh father , I heard that there is a magic mirror in the castle north of our kingdom. Please grant your daughter this one wish” , replied Princess…
Writer’s Journal #36 – Highway Horror
Some items were never meant to be seen nor touched by man. They existed only for itself to prove existence to the universe. The charred and blackened statue along the highway 35 was one of them. It was there even before the highway was built before the turn of the last century. Workmen who were…
Writers’ Journal #35 – Birthday Boy
It was still dark outside when I opened my eyes. I must have spent less than an hour sleeping because I was too excited. You see , it was my birthday. And that was when I found out about myself. To continue , it was still dark outside and I couldn’t fall asleep. So I…
Writers’ Journal #34 – Pink Slippers
It was 2 am on a wild windy Sunday morning when I first saw the pink slippers. My wife’s pink slippers. She brought them home from the girls night out last night and was soundly sleeping when I went to the loo. Although the rest of the room was dark , that corner where the…
Writers’ Journal #33 – Summer Snow
I would be dying soon and I am writing this to remind the future generation of the past. I was born in the year AD 2050 , when the earth was still blue planet and whales roamed the great oceans. My grandmother and I walked many miles along the beach and I , running after…