The beer in her hand still ice-cold; she empties the glass in one go. It hits the counter louder than expected. She doesn’t hear it though. Her train of thought’s catching up on her. What colleagues want, favors friends are always asking, comments made by family. Dad had a way of saying things. Comments full … Continue reading A-Frolic Workaholic Alcoholic
Author: LG
Car Ride
The car's door opens briskly. She slides her legs in the passenger seat next to me. Her short navy skirt contrasts her thin white legs. My eyes wander around her fair skin to her calf high boots. Black boots. Certainly not cow leather, perhaps lamb. The car door slams shut, I push the pedal. Haven't … Continue reading Car Ride
Beyond the Concept of “Man”
Beyond the concept of “Man” lies … An entire world of Truth. I went to a museum the other day and felt – so much pain. The decoration made me think of the Red-light district. Animals such as myself, entire species, had been killed and placed there on display, by a race who had decided … Continue reading Beyond the Concept of “Man”
The Bathroom Scene
The noise of downstairs's party guests dies out as I close the bathroom door behind me. I sense I'm not alone in Tony's bathroom. 'Why are you still here?’, Clara looks at me from across the bathroom wall. Her blonde curly hair wrapping up the sadness in her face. Her question echoes from the black-and-white … Continue reading The Bathroom Scene
Tastes Like Salt
Tears taste like salt. Did you know that? He doesn’t reply. He touches my cheek. You have a pretty face, he says, pretty body too. His eyes wander down. I’ve seen this look before, from other men. He caresses my shoulder. He plays with me like a child. Don’t you like this?, he says. I … Continue reading Tastes Like Salt
With Your Friends You’ll Never Be Alone
She wakes up with the worst headache. Looks around. The house is a mess; every couch is filled with guys and girls; she herself slept awkwardly in a scruffy olivelike armchair. She lifts herself up, ready to stand from her bed, trips over something on the floor. It’s Bob, the world’s worst drunk. Not the … Continue reading With Your Friends You’ll Never Be Alone
For All My Girls In Line / Love Conquers All
Again we cross paths. You stop me, finally. I am ogling you up and down. It’s my favourite part of the day. Hey girl, look at you! If I am interested to date? Hell yes, I am! You caught me right on time; dating has been the one thing on my mind. You know, life … Continue reading For All My Girls In Line / Love Conquers All
Vocal Cords & Verbal Abuse
The noise in our kitchen is all-encompassing. Upon hearing it, my mind is once again in freeze mode. The kitchen knife in my hand; potato unfinished. It’s like I have paused our little discussion and I see the frequency of your vocal cords reflected in the kitchen wall, which has started to colour deeply yellow … Continue reading Vocal Cords & Verbal Abuse
Surrealistic Calms
I’m calming myself in the windy storm. There’s no more mud on the floor, it has turned into sand. Gravity is challenging me. The warm light is somewhere there; through my closed eyes I can feel the Sun. I’ve been in a similar place before but have never quite felt this secure. My toes touch … Continue reading Surrealistic Calms
Censorship, Freedom of Expression & Climate Change
In the big confused world out there, you gotta take your part. You can’t just leave its future in the hands of other confused people, can you? If you would be my girl, we'd ran our own world.We’d have the most awesome world ever created, of that I am sure! We’d be good to others, … Continue reading Censorship, Freedom of Expression & Climate Change
The Critical Goose 