Tag Archive: prose

The Tarot Writing Challenge: A Post-Script

78 days. 78 fucking days. And it’s over — the Tarot Writing Challenge is OVER. I am not a tarot reader by profession. I dabble, sure, every now and then, during parties and… Continue reading

Empty Ashtrays

I miss smoking with you, the rough exhales of Marlboro Black exhaling through your mouth into mine. I miss grabbing your arms and lowering my mouth to your skin, from the slight tease… Continue reading

A Pragmatic Man

He knew no cause. 12 midnight, we parked at a dark alley. Big-bellied men with tattooed arms and skinny topless punks eyed each, circling. First thing I asked him — “Are the doors… Continue reading

The Magician

We didn’t know each other that well, Jerick and I. Some could call us passing acquaintances — I resent that. I know of him and, I believe, he knows of me. No one… Continue reading


Milk tea is so good. So sweet, I love how it flows down my throat. Everyday, after my sociology class, my boyfriend picks me up in his Honda Civic, and we drive all… Continue reading


It is beyond judgment as I sit in contempt of what I see. The critical rules out the creative; pencil stabbing at the small notebook. It is beyond judgment, sunglasses perched on my… Continue reading

Four Hours of Sleep

The alarm was to ring at 8; he was up by 6. He tried to sleep, he couldn’t. Sleep is funny that way. He had to sleep because it would be hours before… Continue reading

Wheel of Fortune

It was the final round of the game. For more than twenty years, no contestant has ever reached this far. For the quick second that the announcer called the advancing of the contestant,… Continue reading


Sweaty, meaty, raw. Their bodies glisten in the limelight and the crowd jumps from their seats to yell. I stand nearby, wondering if I could leave by 10 – or if this’d drag… Continue reading

The Emperor

The director’s chair was where he wanted to be. Sadly, it did not want him there. No one wanted him there. But if there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s being persistent. He’d… Continue reading