Kurai Noberusu

  I was a landlord of a set of apartment rooms. Skyscraper housing comes cheaper nowadays compared to years ago. I knew almost all the tenants over my twenty years working as a landlord except for one peculiar lady on the 37 th floor.   The boarding contract and rooms registry both say that the lady lives in room 3732. However, contrary to this, I have never seen her before. When I took up this job, the previous landlord , a old man, had always stressed this one thing to me when introducing me to the job. Never disturb the tenant living in room 3732, no matter the circumstances. Any further attempts to elicit some explanation as to why were promptly dismissed with a thick silence.   Anyways, I had no need to approach any particular tenant unless I had to request for an overdue payment or fulfil some maintenance requests such as damaged water pipes or electrical outages or something like that. Nothing too out of the ordinary for such an old building. It’s quite amazi...

 “Come bite me asshole” I taunted. “It’s your death wish” the drug lord responded. He pulled up a shotgun and Wham! My chest had a large bloody holes I could easily stick my fingers through. I fell onto the cold, hard floor of the alley. Dying sucks. I awoke in a bright place ,so bright that I could barely open my eyes. It took me awhile for my eyes to render themselves to the light. I soon came to realise that the holes that were blown into my chest were filled up, as if it was never there in the first place. What kind of doctor could fix this? None. I must be invincible, eat that Jones! I observed a golden pathway materialise out of thin air and followed it. The ground was that of a fluffy texture, it felt like I was walking on giant marshmallows, maybe clouds would be more specific. I beheld the massive gates in front of me, taller than any skyscraper I have ever seen before. It was shiny gold, pampered with excessive exquisite designs. This was somethi...

It was just like any other day. I was riding the train home from work. The only thing out of the ordinary is, I met someone, someone really special. I entered the train to find it to be empty, just me and some other man in the corner. I took a seat next to this man. “Hey buddy, how do you do?” the man asked me. “Fine. How may I help you?” “Nothing much. Just keep a conversation with me going.” “Okay.” “Your name is Mason Lancaster am I right?” How did he? “I can read your thoughts. Is that a satisfactory answer?” “I didn’t ask you anything yet you answered my thoughts?” I sounded silly, real silly. “Do not be embarrassed, my friend. Be calm.” “How can you read minds?” “For I am God.” God? He, God? I am a man of science, yet I still take him word for word. Even if I don’t recognise him as God, how could he have read my mind? Know my name? “If you are really God, can you prove it? Clear my doubts.” “To doubt, is a sin. A si...

One upon a time, I found a suitcase In it, lied a book and quill Left for me out the front, I brought it into my house I dipped the quill, In what I would say fine ink I started writing stories, Of things I wish had happened In the book Everything I wrote, Came true Be it my promotion, Good luck and Success I learnt I could play God, I manipulated the world, With things you thought Could only imagine I changed the results of horse races, All in my favour The stock market, All to my benefit Soon enough, I became The richest man in the world But that wasn’t enough, To satisfy my greed I soon wrote about, Becoming God Nothing happened, Or so I thought God came down the Earth, Proclaiming that could only be, One true God God unleashed his furry How sorry I was In my defence, I flipped open, The book to find, No pages left This whole time, I was just writing a book Of my life All...

  “How wonderful! All the colours!” marvelled Lucinda.   It was Easter Sunday; Lucinda was hiding the Easter eggs whilst admiring the colours.   “Look at them, aren’t they pretty?” Lucinda asked.   “Yes, dear. I’m sure the kids will love them,” answered Landon.   The Sextons had three children, Cosmo, Lexie and Sherrie, in order of their age from youngest to oldest.   Lucinda and Landon were hosting an Easter Hunt. The neighbours were also partaking. It was a tradition for the Sextons to host an Easter Hunt every year.   “Let’s begin the hunt!” declared Lucinda.   The children had all set out to find as many Easter eggs as they could. Sherrie had collected at least 14 eggs with Lexie whilst Cosmo only had 4. Cosmo started to sob. He wanted more eggs.   “Waaa! I want more! I want more!” cried Cosmo as he banged his head against the wall.   “Stop banging your head, you are going to hurt yourself,” said Sherrie. ...