No more games

Wednesday, 28 March 2007, 18:13 | Category : 55ers, Fiction
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Her monotone, drained of exasperation, drawled
I can’t handle this anymore. I think we should stop talking. No more games.
A week later, much tempted, she thought
I didn’t say I wouldn’t call him though, did I?
Then she sighed and reminded herself that word solitaire was a game too.

In another lifetime

Wednesday, 28 March 2007, 14:46 | Category : Reflections
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If love is murder, I want to be dead in your arms.
I said that. I don’t remember what I’d need to feel to say that.
Imagine that.

Safety valve

Tuesday, 27 March 2007, 18:39 | Category : Idea ore
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Physical pain is a symptom that something is wrong; an alarm that something needs attention. And it keeps getting stronger and stronger till at some point of time you just pass out or at the very least turn numb. That’s because the pain-alarm is obviously failing to grab your attention so the body forces an [...]

Martinis

Monday, 26 March 2007, 19:58 | Category : 55ers, Humour
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Excitement writ large on two faces
Martinis. Classic.
Smiling, he murmured
How do I make it?
Childlike glee turned cherubic disappointment
Charmed, he promised fairy godmother-like
Don’t worry, I’ll find out!
Wish I had a flowing gown to match that classy conical glass!
I’d wish I was on a romantic date but this is better!
~o~o~o~

~o~o~o~
Martinis we said, not champagne!!!
No glasses available, ma’am
he tossed
Enthusiasm [...]

Bad press

Monday, 26 March 2007, 10:40 | Category : Voicebox
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Great.
First I get called ENTERTAINING
Then I’m described as AMUSING
And now I’m accused of being DISTRACTING
Dang….
It’s supposed to be the truth, not the flavour of the month!!
(Ooh, don’t you just lurrrve that? I do….feel free to quote me, with due credit, of course or I shall hunt you down to the corners of the earth, hang [...]

To thine own self be true

Saturday, 24 March 2007, 18:18 | Category : 55ers, Fiction
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She looked about furtively
Pulled her coat tighter and entered
He was waiting at the end of the room
She was crying for the first time in days
But his serene smile gave her strength
Even as the blood caked on his wrist flaked off
There was no need for words
They were instantly one
~o~o~o~o~o~o~
She left discreetly, an hour later
Allowing herself the [...]

Rhetoric and self-referential

Friday, 23 March 2007, 13:47 | Category : Reflections
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Ever wondered if your own life was nothing but the script for a really bad movie…and wanted to throttle the writer’s neck…till you realised you were holding the pen…and writing in a language you didn’t recognize?