Continued from His Mum Said I was No Baby I heard a familiar voice talking with the feiry man Ukadi kept at the gate and drew the expensive golden blinds apart for confirmation. My father stood there looking disturbed and I felt my head swell with pride. I knew he would come looking for me, … Continue reading My Gray Haired Groom; Disappointed
We passed through the poorly lit passage a into a dark spacious but vacated foyer. My giant escorts stopped and I wondered if they were up to any mischief. The light came on and a uniformed lady, hastened out from a fully stuffed room, holding a neatly folded towel and some room supplies. She walked … Continue reading Baby Merchant: Home Sick
"Hello!," she had whispered and had waved her palm over his face to get his attention one cool evening while they were having a stroll in the neighbourhood. His eyes had gone wild as usual, her anger had mounted on seeing such an act that had become a ritual. If he had not jerked back … Continue reading Wild Eyes..
The night was fast approaching and I was leaning on a Honda Civic parked in front of Fontana Hotel, thinking about how stupid I had been to leave my comfort zone and cosy bed to a harsh life. I was about to take the next bus to my friend's house when a young woman-Rebecca walked … Continue reading Baby Merchants; Desperate For Shelter
I felt something coming up my throat. It brought a very unpleasant feeling. I tried to resist the urge to spew but it came all the way up to my mouth. I ran, to the bathroom adjacent to my room before it reached my clenched teeth, put my face in the basin and threw it … Continue reading Baby Merchants:- Keeping Secrets
He seems to be doing something in the basement lately. He’s down there all the time. He doesn’t want me to see what he is doing. He beat me again today. I’m scared.
Jessica closed the diary. Held it to her chest. She felt for the first time in a long time she had a friend. A friend who understood her.
I’m home! She heard from upstairs. She ran up. She’d better not keep him waiting.
Where’s my food? He said. He seemed angry. Smelled of liquor.
Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I haven’t had the time! She said, trying to explain.
Hadn’t had the time? He looked at her with a sceptical look. I bet you haven’t, you fucking whore… He turned the TV on, sat down at the table. What are you waiting for?
She hadn’t been out of the house for months, he didn’t let her. He…
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Continued from I, Gabriel As a future inventor of a sophisticated robot capable of ending human labour, distraction is one of my biggest enemy. If ever I'm going to be crimped, it will definitely be hugely by my supernatural trait I'm beginning to think that soon, I mean very soon, everyone will find out and … Continue reading I, Gabriel: Obstacles I face