A bowl of soup sat in silence. Smoke still vaporized over the surface of the soup although it was not very noticeable. There were pieces of carrot shaped like flower petals. Only two pieces, no more. In

When God created human beings, and finally blew the spirit into the body, God has made us a gift, at least to ourselves. A gift that cannot be compared to anyone else. We are a gift, which cannot be equated

THE world, in part, is filled with monsters. Monsters that fill your head, monsters that fill your heart, take over a part of you. These are not monsters like those in fiction and fantasy movies. This

Kate has actually harbored feelings for Jack for a long time. She has even harbored a crush on Jack since they were both students at a high school. Just like a romance, Kate who is still a teenage girl

...this is the last warning from God, before the wind blows the trumpet, a sign that the world and everything in it will collapse.

The rich are actually a collection of restlessness wrapped in luxury. They are restlessness for the world. They are a collection of people who survive by reflecting themselves through comparison with people

At first, I thought this would be easy. One day, two days, one week, yes, at most one week. In one week, I will pass this phase. The phase that I call a frustrating decline in spirit. However, I have convinced

A tyrant has reigned, and a rebellion has begun. Can the king be defeated?

I will take them to the realm of "ear orgasm". This is just the beginning...

This entry was written for Creative Nonfiction in The Inkwell Prompt #123. All are based on dramatized experiences.

Mike stopped in his footsteps. Right in front of a large white house that had a fence full of wildflowers. The wildflowers were climbing upwards, almost as high as twice Mike's height. Mike took a breath,

This is a story about MLM...

...a journey that has no way home

Have you ever heard the story of a cursed magnifying glass? Or, the story is not even about the curse 🤔

Let's get to know one of the practices against the evil forces that prevails in my country...

When you are possessed by hallucinogens...

What if you experienced what Jim went through...

This is the 2nd year since I picked up the cat from a corner of an alley in Boston. He was skinny and was pressing himself into a corner in fear. Now he has become a lazy cat and feels like a master at

I'm trying to describe the fight...

Those are coffee farmer, with a basket of freshly picked coffee cherries. Still fresh, and looks red. An old coffee farmer who looks happy to show his harvest, with or without coercion to the photographer.