flash fiction
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Pinky’s Burger House (Part 2)
Part 1 Part 1.5 Pinky’s Burger House had this quaint-coffeeshop-ensconced-in-the-mountains ambiance. While I flipped burgers and served fries, I wondered if I’d made the right choice trusting Mr Pink (the owner). What was I going to get, working 9-4, wearing a greasy apron, a fading pink jacket with a picture of a walrus on the… Continue reading
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Pinky’s Burger House (Part 1)
This is part 1 of a many part series about my experiences at a job I worked in recently. Whether this series is fact or pure fiction is up to the reader to decide. I woke up that crisp, winter morning hungover and went outside to get myself a cup of tea and a cigarette.… Continue reading
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Dungeon Master
So, to beat the Evil Fairy Queen, you’ll need 53 fortitude, 76 strength, 185 charisma, and 245000 luck. Then you’ll have to roll 21. Any number below it resets the entire game, and any number above it makes you go back to level 2. What? You think I’m being harsh? How are you going to… Continue reading
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Dear Sandra
I’m writing to you from my prison cell. They convicted me yesterday of not earning GlobeTech enough money, and the private militia barged into my office and arrested me. They have sentenced me to death. As you know, I cannot plead my case because of my agreement with the corporation when I started working for… Continue reading
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From the heart of the friendzone, the sequel
From TopGolf to skydiving to eating reindeer and an exquisite soufflé in Noma to letting me sleep in the Queen’s suite at the Ritz while you took an ordinary room, Mark, you’ve made me realise I must settle for nothing less than greatness in a man. Thank you so much for this friend-date/ friend-vacation/ friend-world tour.… Continue reading
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Listening to Opeth and dreaming of freedom
She taps her fingers on the windowpane while listening to Opeth. Within her, there’s this thirst for freedom, a need to escape the Sphinx by solving its riddles. But what is this menacing, monstrous Sphinx, though? It’s a plethora of things combining to form one grotesque creature, ranging from a Brahminical upbringing steeped in caste,… Continue reading
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The sequel
This is a sequel to a post I once wrote whose name and content I don’t remember. So, like everything in life, I build this sequel on nothing, a void that’s unfathomable and unimaginable. What are memories but distorted remembrances, deceiving us by giving us a hodgepodge of emotion, words uttered, and images, and telling… Continue reading
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A rich Indian wife grumbles
I can’t call him Akash. That’s my brother’s name. He’s a driver, for fuck’s sake! I think I’ll call him Raju. It suits him. A name like that suits any beedi smoking, South Indian loafer who farts after eating chicken or pork. I can picture Rajus in filthy bars, drinking arrack and then going home… Continue reading
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An anime character gains awareness
Makamo-san, do you ever feel like none of this is real? We seem to be on an endless quest for power, fighting off the Koji and the Gakaru, going through saga after saga of violence, death and rebirth. I think there’s someone sinister beyond the ends of this world who decides what we do with… Continue reading
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Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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