I'm always accused of being disciplined and brave by the mere virtue of being a homeschooling parent. I swear to god, I'm none of the above. My kids are ill-brought-up and as idiotic their parents. Yesterday, in the middle of desperately yawning through ancient Egyptian history of Cheops and Isis and Osiris and Nut and [...]
Category: Short story
The Gift That Kept On Giving.
Pepita had nothing to offer Baby Jesus as a gift on the eve of Christmas. She watched sadly as all her schoolmates walked past her hut to the church, their arms laden with the choicest of food and clothing and toys. She knew her poor parents wouldn’t be able to help her, they had barely [...]
Winter is Coming
She had done alright, she thought, looking at her partner of many years. He had kept himself well and had proved a good father and a good mate, if a bit of an airhead. But that couldn’t be helped. His beauty would always come in the way of any real need for self-improvement. He still [...]
The Maiden
Rishi Galava was a desperate man. And he had no one but himself to blame. He had insisted that his guru and father, Vishwamitra, accept some guru dakshina even though Vishwamitra had wanted none. Annoyed by his persistence, Vishwamitra imperiously demanded 800 steeds, white as moonlight, with one side of one ear dark as night. [...]
A Shitty Story
She was a really happy fairy. She lived in a beautiful world of castles in the air, gurgling brooks, colourful butterflies,neat rows of flowers, fat, gambolling puppies, not the big eyed, street kind with their poor ribs showing and all. Not that she discriminated against them, but they were just so so sad, too much [...]
