‘Strawberry bubble gum please.’ Satya heard a voice from across the counter, but there was no one there. It was only seven pm and he was already losing it. His mind wasn’t as sharp as it had once been, and manning the cash counter for ten straight hours left him weary and unfocused. ‘Strawberry bubble… Leer más A Guy Named Karen by Terveen Gill
Dear God Almighty, I would like to bring to your notice my dissatisfaction with the world that you have created. I know that no one’s perfect and that you probably think so too. Though your children (insensitive human bastards) harp on about their flawless intelligence and impeccable logical reasoning. Please excuse my brashness, they wouldn’t… Leer más A Burning Letter to God by Terveen Gill
This article by Terveen Gill also appears today in the Spanish edition of Masticadores It’s sometimes better when certain people are gone. Their absence is appreciated more than their presence. There’s a peace in knowing they will never return. I killed my father. More for myself than my mother. He was a nuisance, an embarrassment,… Leer más Our Own Personal Devil
How much is too much? When should you own up and prepare to fall apart? Is being strong equivalent to being stupid when your brain and heart are in a bloody mess? What about those around you? The ones you look at and think – If only God had cut them slack, given them the… Leer más How much Pretense can a Person Afford? by Terveen Gill
Get up and leave! My mind screams, over and over. Otherwise, silent and poised, no one can tell I’m crumbling inside. It’s been months, maybe over a year. I thought time had done its job, healed me, rid me of the demons. But one look, and I’m defeated. Is it so easy to destroy willpower?… Leer más My Sweetest Enemy by Terveen Gill
Come to me. You’re a man in need. Shh…be quiet. No one must know. Your secrets are safe with me. They’ll never see the light of day. Leave behind your name and age. Everything looks the same in the darkness. You want to speak. I’ve heard too many tales. Let me drink from your lips… Leer más Come to Me by Terveen Gill
By Terveen Gill I’m the one who comes drunk to the party. But I never leave drunk. Why? Because I usually pass out midway. Yes, embarrassing. I doubt it’ll be any different today. Still at home, I’m four drinks down, the fifth almost done, the sixth is coming with me. My driver honks furiously. I… Leer más Cheers to Me!
By Terveen Gill The dark glasses and the invisible cloak of ‘stay away from me’. We all wore them in some way or the other when we first entered this white-walled hall. It was a cleansing ground. A place for gradually dismissing the burdens we carried – whiten those blackened souls. Some did it better… Leer más I Don’t Know What it’s like to be You
Hold on. I can’t find my glasses.’ I was blind without them. ‘You’re dead. You don’t need them.’ He had a point. But I was so used to wearing them. Felt naked without them. ‘You’re already naked.’ He could read my thoughts. That was discomforting. But he was the Grim Reaper, the transporter of souls.… Leer más Hell is a Typo By Terveen Gill
By Terveen Gill ‘Sara darling. Are you happy? Please tell me.’ Max reached for his wife’s hand. Sara gazed out the window, Max’s touch brought her nothing. No warmth. Not a shred of comfort. She could hardly feel the man’s hand upon her cold skin. The view outside was overwhelming. It had always been her… Leer más Are You Happy? Please Tell Me
DOCTOR: So…Mr. Kumar. What’s bothering you today? KUMAR: Well…I didn’t get proper parking outside. DOCTOR: Pardon? KUMAR: Oh! And my mother-in-law is visiting. DOCTOR: What are you saying? KUMAR: I know! She’s such a proper pain. DOCTOR: Mr. Kumar, I’m talking about your medical problem. KUMAR: Ohhh! So sorry. I got confused. Well…I feel some… Leer más Doctor Why-me and the Patient of Gloom by Terveen Gill
SLAM! It was the tenth door of the day, shut rudely in his face. Morgan looked at his wristwatch and it was only quarter to twelve. Lunch wasn’t till one-thirty and there were many doors to knock on till then and after. Sigh…ehh…ehhh…Ehhhh… The man couldn’t even sigh right. The air tickled his throat, and… Leer más Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches by Terveen Gill
A girl is troubled. She has always been. She will always be. For every reason that can be proven. The trouble is inside her and all around her. She appears to be nominated for the title ‘Troubled for Life’ by God Almighty. Her parents’ troubled marriage, her own troublesome health, her younger brother’s compulsion of… Leer más Trouble Will Always Remain by Terveen Gill
She was a hopeless daydreamer. The kinds who could stare into space and build a palace from nothing. Imagining herself somewhere better, adding worth to her below average character, visualizing the man who would fight the world to gain her. ‘Hilda! Are you crazy?! Seriously?!’ The biting words brought her back to the corner of… Leer más He Would Come from the Waters by Terveen Gill
Ten fingers, ten toes, twenty reasons to avoid his gaze. I counted them with care, assuming he would tire and leave me to my eccentricities. But he waited, a wolfish greed gleaming in his eyes, marking its territory upon me. I was nothing yet everything, another half-pretty face cast away in an ocean of faces,… Leer más Those Unforgiving Eyes by Terveen Gill
She’s so beautiful that I want to stare at her every minute of the day. How do I explain such exquisiteness? Her eyes. The windows to her soul. They follow me. When I walk, sit, or just lay there. I wish to drown in their peaceful depths. Her nose, not too sharp or round, divides… Leer más My Lovely Lady by Terveen Gill
SuperWriter is here to save you readers from some dark, dismal, and inappropriate writing. I know you’ve been suffering, and your cries for help have gone unanswered. The kingdom of readers has been under attack since the ‘dawn of writing’ cast its first light. What started out as an initiative to entertain, inform, and educate gradually turned into… Leer más It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s SuperWriter!
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By Terveen Gill It was one of those gaming arcades where the noise and psychedelic lights could induce a seizure. The games were mediocre and the prizes more rubbish than ever. But Bob had promised his wife that he’d chaperone five ten-year-old girls to the place for his daughter’s birthday. Though he could have made… Leer más When Luck Runs Out on an iPhone
He didn’t look like a man who had just killed his family. Three shots fired. Two people dead. His wife and his daughter. One bullet to the brain, two to the heart. Both had died instantly. There was no fourth bullet. He had had no intention of killing himself. This wasn’t a murder cum attempted… Leer más I Need Some Hand Lotion by Terveen Gill
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