Write About Me

“You are a writer,” he said, looking at me straight in the eyes. I squinted. “Yes,” I replied, quite unsure what he meant, “you have known that for a long time now.” “Yeah,” he smiled, “I have, and it just sank in, actually.” “I don’t get it,” I laughed. He became quiet for a few... Continue Reading →

The Mysterious Voices of Room 509

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, for this small hotel at least. The cars were rushing in the streets outside, passersby hastily walking along the sidewalk, even the dogs and cats were busy being dogs and cats. John ran his fingers along the edge of the counter, his thoughts were lazy as well. He did... Continue Reading →

Retrouvaille

It had been an hour, and there wasn’t any sign of him yet. I was beginning to think that he would stand me up, like what happened in Tennessee last time. We agreed to meet a second time over another cup of coffee, and he did not show up. He texted an hour after our... Continue Reading →

We Don’t Talk Anymore

My phone buzzed as a text message came in. I slid my right thumb across the screen and read the message from you, “Are you okay?” I smiled, not in a delighted way, to myself. Am I okay? I thought. Of course not. How was this even a question? I placed my phone inside my... Continue Reading →

Love, Pain, and Coffee Beans

The smell of coffee filled the room, which delighted Czak very much. For him, that very scent is power, a source of inspiration and energy. It lifts him up when he is down, it provides him creative fuel when he can’t write, it wakes him up when he is sleepy, and so many other things. For him, coffee is life.

Waiting for the Rain

I braved the aisle of the unfamiliar grocery store. It wasn’t here when I left five years ago, and it’s all too strange for me. It is an understatement to say that this place is no longer the same. What used to be a small convenience store is now a bar, with people overflowing. I... Continue Reading →

Hemingway

I do not usually go to bars and pubs nor do I drink beer, but tonight was different. I was drenched in tears and heartache. My chest could have exploded from the pain if only it could. I decided to entertain myself and get myself some beer before I head home. I dropped by at... Continue Reading →

The Closet

Andrew pulled his blanket over to cover his head. The scratching sound began to sound even louder this time. He knew this room was cheap, that this is the only room he could afford, but what he did not know was the scratching that came from the closet. The scratching that comes to visit him... Continue Reading →

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