Bed bugs

Damn, they are back again. Scratching, she woke up, and switched on the light just in time to see a tentacle withdraw into the darkness underneath the bed….

Euthanasia

Euthanasia in greek means good death. A practice of intentionally ending a life to relieve pain and suffering. And thats exactly what I did. I put an end to my pain and suffering by taking away my cheating ex’s life..

The princess and the frog

She would be here any moment now. This is the third night. I finally can become my real self again. Frankly, living life as an ugly frog is not easy. Finding food, dodging those snakes and having to gaze upon my ugly reflection…yes, life had been hard indeed. But it will all be over soon. I never expected the princess to keep her word and let me dine, wine and sleep with her the last two days. I was checking her out today. After all, its just a day more, and I will be back to my handsome self again. I must say I am a little disappointed. She is quite average. Well, I deserve better. One more day and I can choose any beautiful girl I want. I had already started dreaming about my life as a prince again when she came in. Ah, how stupid she looked with that huge basket in her hand…

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Its been two days since that silly creature have started living with me. Living the life of a princess is not quite easy. You are always expected to be perfect and beautiful. Mom and dad are forever pushing me to find the right guy. How many more frogs should I have to go through before finding that prince. In the end it always turns out to be just a frog. Enough of this stupidity. I had never wanted a prince anyway. It was the princesses that intrigued me..And this one, he is so smug for a frog. None of them have irritated me as much as this one. There he is, sitting on the bed as if he is the king. I smiled and patted the wicker basket in my hand. The sleepy snake inside hissed just a little….

My roommate is a sweetie..

…she is the best roommate anyone could ever ask for. She never plays loud music, never brings guys home, keeps the bathroom and kitchen clean, pays her share of bills on time…well, the list could go on and on. We have been staying together for a couple of years and I am yet to find one annoying trait about her. Its a sunday morning and I am on bed as usual, still hung up from the drinking bout I had last night. Hunger finally got the better of me and I lifted up my lazy ass to fix breakfast. As I crossed the living room, I saw my roommate dusting the sofa while humming a tune. See, I told you. She is a sweetie. I smiled and went to the kitchen, only to see a plate of piping hot breakfast ready for me already. Well, she has outdone herself. This is way too sweet of her. I yelled a thanks and went to the fridge to get some more milk. As I closed the fridge door, I saw the bright yellow post-it note among the menagerie of reminders and magnets we have on the fridge. “Hey, Will be staying over at my friends place this weekend. See you on monday. ~ Liz” As I stood there clutching the milk bottle, I heard footsteps behind me and the wretched tune she was humming before. My roommate is a sweetie. I hope her doppelganger is too..

Project

“This is awesome! I am so excited to be part of this gardening project”, gushed the new neighbor. “Ofcourse you will be. Soon enough. Welcome to the neighborhood. Why don’t you come over for coffee at my place today?”, smiled Mrs. Harlequin while clipping the rose bushes. “Oh, I’d love to!”..As the neighbor’s voice trailed away, Mrs. Harlequin firmed the soil around the new bush she had just planted and chucked in a little more dirt…just to be sure….she definitely wouldn’t want anyone else to see that finger of Mr. Harlequin protruding from the soil….

Dinner Party

It is about time. The guests will arrive any moment now. She stood back and checked the dinner table one last time. Yes. Everything is in its right place. One by one they came- all of the family friends. Everyone missed Mike. If only he had come from his trip earlier…Dinner was a merry affair. They ate and drank and laughed…And had one thing to ask her “By the way this dish is awesome. It’s not chicken now, is it? Beef? Pork? Won’t you share the recipe?” She smiled…Ah, of course, my sweet Mikey. Always the winner…She had cooked the bitch as well…but no one seemed to be noticing that dish now, do they?

Tug of war

My daughter and I have this little game that we enjoy playing. She would grab my hand with both of her tiny hands and try to pull me towards her, like a tug of war sort of thing. I playfully resist in the beginning but of course in the end I give up so that she can win always.

Slowly, the game became an addiction for her and many a times I would be caught by surprise with a tug at my hand when I least expect it.

And now, it is happening again. A tiny tug.

“Not now Sarah,” I mutter. “I am so tired.”

And that might be why it took me a couple of minutes to actually realize that I am just dreaming. I open my eyes and sure enough, I had been dreaming, lying there sprawled on my bed, arms dangling down the side, and eyes sore from all the crying.

It’s hardly been a week since I buried Sarah, but I still feel the occasional tug on my hand which startles me. And every time this happens, I turn back with glee, only to find nothing near me.

There, I feel it again. I glance down onto my hands, but this time I see a pair of muddy hands emerging from underneath the bed, tugging me. I smile through my tears. “You know dear, that in the end I always let you pull me towards you, so that you can win…”