Their muffled words dangled in the air—syllables suspended like helium balloons. Happy birthday! It’s more of a taunt than a song. Hooray, you’re one year closer to dying.  I recoiled as the singers each sang in their own key, until the last line where they synced together and sounded shit collectively. I’m conflicted about what’s worse: the fact that it’s sung at the pace of … Continue reading Birthday Blues

Nike had been beginning to have questions. They started small, sparked by a candle of doubt. A fleeting thought about why every new shirt released was never any colour but grey. A small query about whether or not anyone did anything but shop in their free time. A passing wonder about how every advert he had seen on one particular day was for blueberry shampoo. … Continue reading Electric Sirens

A tremor on the pavement stopped the pedestrians’ march—a tremor that made them turn their heads, squint their eyes, and prick their ears in search of the pulpy thud that birthed it. Their collective search found a crumpled man—a man that once had a name—reduced to shards of bone and scattered teeth. A man whose life ran from him and scurried into the gutters and … Continue reading The Man in Forty-Seven

I’ve always seemed to like volcanos—how they explode. No. Erupt. That’s the word. My favourite volcano is Agung in Indonesia; however, Mount Ruapehu in New Zealand is a close second.

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