Ahem !

I hate going to the office on Saturdays. I actually don’t like going to the office at all even on normal work days, but you know how it is now, this son of man has to eat. Every day I wake up reluctantly at 5 a.m. to the shrill sound of my demonic alarm, wondering why in the world Adam had to eat that cursed fruit in the first place and get his and Eve’s temptingly cute ass booted out of Eden. Shebi if he hadn’t fallen for that cheap…

The Call

Verity shook her head as if to clear it. She glanced around her as it dawned on her that once again, she was the sole audience to the performance going on in her head. Discordant yet rhythmical, the tunes rose and fell. And then, it began to crescendo, Now it rose, now it fell. Again and again, she tried to banish it by gently shaking her head. To no avail, the rhythm persisted. It was here to stay. It pulsated with every beat of her heart and as she looked…

Angels And Demons…

She lifted her upper body up off the bed first, swivelled and dropped her feet to the ground. She scrambled around with her toes until she found the bathroom slippers where she had tucked it away. Slipping her feet into them, she picked her wrapper from the bedside stool where she had carefully folded it and wrapped it securely around her body. She looked back at the bed where “Johnny” was still lying replete. Like a Boa Constrictor, he was sprawled out on her bed, his chest rising and falling…