He twirled around his finger a tattered piece of cloth, It was grimy and faded, the color of the sky when the sun is hidden from view by heavy, festering clouds - pregnant with cleansing tears. As he smiled at me I caught a spark from his lower set of teeth, the upper lip he intentionally curled dow... read more
The reasons I am not writing this myself. I have finally convinced someone to do it for me. She promised to post it on the Internet, but only as fiction. I suppose it is a bit unbelievable. It all started with the best of intentions. I had married my love while we were still in college. She... read more
The Vice Regal Ball was winding up as I made my way back to the main ballroom and to where Anwar stood smoking his cigar and looking to see where his new toy had disappeared too. As I approached him I knew that I was in trouble as he stood with a steel stare as I made my way to him. I hoped that he ... read more
