Carcass of Pleasure by Terveen Gill

Biddu knew he was crazy. Every thought that ever occurred to him was outlandish and incomprehensible. He was aware that his ‘out of the box’ thinking was too flamboyant for a box or any other shape that was logically explainable. He had studied philosophy and biology and neither had done him any good. They had…

That Badass Challenge by Terveen Gill

How had he gotten his hands on the damn thing? If she remembered correctly, it had been hidden in the bottom drawer of her wardrobe beneath three rows of neatly folded socks and her crocheted bikini which she could only dream of squeezing into now. But she had kept the flimsy thing as a keepsake,…

Rest in Peace Raspberry Jam by Terveen Gill

If Jerry Kismee knew that his stubborn insistence for raspberry jam with his pancakes on new year’s morning would result in the death of his beloved wife Donna Kismee, he may have reconsidered his childish behavior. An evening of prayer and an hour of Monopoly had marked the couple’s New Year’s Eve celebration. What else…

The Doggone Poet by Terveen Gill

Shanta was a poet. At least he thought he was. He could make words rhyme and place them in separate lines. That was his definition of poetry. His third-grade teacher had praised his poem – ‘I Love My Mummy’ to the skies. Though there was nothing praiseworthy to it, the teacher’s four-year affair with Shanta’s…

Ruby Red Dreams by Terveen Gill

Ruby was an introverted, young woman who lacked the luster that came with her name. Maybe her extroverted mother had overestimated the sparkle that would surround her only daughter and considered naming the girl after a vibrant colored gem. But Ruby lacked all the fire and passion that characterized the red stone. She was not…

Absolutely Nothing by Terveen Gill

What happens when you live more than half your life and realize that it wasn’t worth the effort, time, or money. You’ve been breathing, eating, drinking, cribbing, weeping, raging, fearing for nothing. Absolutely nothing. If you hadn’t done all the things you did, you would’ve still been in the same place, in the same condition,…

The Road Trip by Terveen Gill

They had been planning for weeks. The road trip that would cement their bond. A man and his woman. A woman and her man. They were madly in love. She pledged her devotion. He admitted his adoration. And there was no third who could contradict either emotion. It was do or die, you or nothing,…

Emoji Killer by Terveen Gill

My daughter calls me the ‘emoji killer’. She rolls her eyes when she says it, and her duck lips ridicule my efforts. It’s easy for her to be judgmental, she grew up with an electronic device perpetually shoved in her face. My childhood knew the pleasures of the outdoors and actual interaction with other human…

Disco Lights by Terveen Gill

I have always wanted to go to the disco. There’s something about flashing lights and deafening music that makes me feel like the world isn’t so bad, people aren’t the reckless beings that they show themselves to be. And my brother isn’t the demon that lurks in the shadows waiting for me to sleep at…

Mother-in-law by Terveen Gill

She watches me from the corner of her eye. It’s intrusive, uncomfortable, condemning. If I could be forgiven for a crime, she would make sure that I hang – till death. I’m not surprised. It’s been like this from the beginning. A start that should have been ‘the end’. But my ignorance was a curse,…

I Love Crossword Puzzles by Terveen Gill

I love crossword puzzles. My wife says they’ll kill me. I chuckle and tell her that I don’t see any assassin ninjas hiding in the blank squares. She smirks and says that the ninjas are inside my head. They lash out every time I sit down to solve the puzzle. I think she’s overreacting. She…

A Loving Taste by Terveen Gill

I killed my dog and ate it. Nothing to apologize about. He was old and blind. His days were numbered. I might have done him a favor. A beagle with the cutest face. Quite the looker. Stole a private place in my heart the first time we met. Couldn’t think of another. I could have…

Tumbleweed by Terveen Gill

Dry, withered, desolate, broken from my roots. Driven by the wind, a perpetual rolling mass. Tossed around as pleased by forces that supersede. They are unaware that it is I who no longer cares. Objections arise when there’s fire in the belly and passion in the heart. Why talk of dreams that were doused long…

Static: Introducing the Terveen Gill podcast

STATIC is a One Minute short film that shows how a young girl connects and disconnects from the world around her. Music gives her wings to rise above the static that surrounds her. But is she the only one hounded by the static? Find out by watching this One Minute Short Film. Credits LIKE &…

Traitor John by Terveen Gill

I am John’s brain. And I never shut up. Not even for a second. The man thinks he’s tormented. I say he’s blessed. What use is a brain if it’s dull and quiet? Why carry the extra weight if its services aren’t required? But John doesn’t understand. It’s not his fault exactly. It’s that stupid…

A Highly Competitive Bitch by Terveen Gill

(Authors blog) Thunder cracked right above her, and the lights went out. She stopped herself from screaming. He would hear her. Flashes of lightning illuminated the darkness. She could see the bursts of white from where she lay, beneath the bed. The bedspread was only inches from the ground and the bright flickers seemed like…

HIS PRINCESS by Terveen Gill

(Author´s site) I don’t know where I am. I was somewhere and now I’m nowhere. Time? What’s that? It used to be something, but now I can’t remember. Who am I? My name? A girl lived inside me, but now she’s gone. Lost? Or dead? No, she’s run away. Hiding. Waiting for the nightmare to…

When I Close My Eyes by Terveen Gill

When I close my eyes, I see him. Not merry pictures of the past. But that final glimpse of him falling. I’m convinced I saw it happen. I want to believe that he wasn’t alone in his last seconds. My eyes had him covered, though they offered only horror. No outstretched hand, no gigantic leap,…

I Know My Marie Will Forgive Me by Terveen Gill

Blog Terveen I’m getting married. No, don’t offer me best wishes. Don’t utter congratulations. Forget the handshakes and the pats on the back. I don’t want to be here. All these curious eyes and smiling faces make me want to sprint out the door. This chapel is two centuries old. I’m only thirty. But I’ve…