Pervert

He felt groggy.

Suddenly, he saw a pair of tall stilettos walking towards his… head?

Everything seemed upside down.

The lady lowered his face into a vat of liquid.

“AAAAH!” His eyes and skin melted away.

She lifted him.

“You won’t be seeing or circulating any nude photographs anymore.”

Barely, he heard those last words…

Anarchy

She opened her wardrobe and let out an unholy scream.

He started laughing uncontrollably.

She gave him an icy stare.

The laughter sputtered and died down.

She blasted a neat hole through his forehead with her revolver.

After that, she called the police and got herself arrested.

All he had done was rearrange her wardrobe.

Of Bookstores and Bookshelves

Murder! The scream came from one corner.

In another forgotten corner, cupids began to fly.

“I have a dream,” said Martin Luther King, atop two others.

Right at the front, Ruskin Bond whispered about another adventure.

Finally, RoboCop dispensed justice swiftly, honourably.

Oh, the thrill of spending a day with your best friends is unmatchable.

Virtual Love

 

They were worlds apart, yet their love was electric.

She was young and spirited. He was old, but still had a romantic spark.

Just glancing at each other would turn them on.

Then the unthinkable happened… “Take the PC away. He’s too old for our systems.”

The Mac’s hard-disk crashed on the very same day.

 

 

The City by the Sea

Shekhar ran all the way down his building.

His mother, panicking, took the elevator to follow him.

She realised he was going towards the beach.

He reached the shore and allowed the waves to embrace him.

Shekhar was drenched, but it didn’t matter.

He may have been deaf, but he could hear the waves roar.

Love and Other Wars

“She sells sea shells on the sea shore.”

“See sells… she shells… see…”

“Ha-ha! See, it isn’t as easy as you thought!”

Just then, their underground shelter rumbled. Another bomb. The shell casing fell inside the shelter.

“Is this a sea shell momma?”

The teary-eyed mother replied, “No, love… this is a shell of hate.”

Missed Connections

Three murders had caught my attention – one, a famed industrialist, two, a common drug peddler, and three, a renowned pianist.

“Honey! It’s time to eat.”

My mind was neither here nor there.

As my wife turned around, I picked up my revolver. It felt light. I checked the number of bullets.

There were only three.

Citizens of No Place

There was static on his screen. Suddenly, it came to life. He saw a cold, yet smiling face.

“Subject 456. Prepare to be cleansed.”

“Cleansed? BASTARD… I have a name!”

He laughed. “If you do not cooperate, you will be shot like a dog.”

That’s when it dawned on me – I had nowhere to go.

Sand

He gasped for breath beneath the sea. With the water pricking his eyes, he could barely keep them open. He flapped his hands hard, but he was drawn further into the sea. Strangely, the water was hot.

He opened his eyes.

No water. But he was sinking.

The Kalahari consumed his senses. And his body.

Is it? Is it not?

Hope

Sweat poured in buckets, down his forehead. It was as if someone held a shotgun to his forehead.

The pressure! What would the press say? How will he handle the questions?

“THIRTY-FORTY!” the umpire bellowed. His opponent was on match point. If he lost, then never again…

He served an ace! DEUCE! Maybe, just maybe…

No good thing ever dies.