PhantaceeEven though she knew how twisted it was, Myra couldn’t break out of the routine – of adding a few ‘happy’ drops into her morning coffee. After taking her first sip, she shut her eyes, and waited a few seconds for the ‘spin’ to start, before opening her eyes to an immediate state of inebriation.…Continue readingHappy Drops
(She asked) ‘Ooo.. you live alone? And you don’t turn your aircon off when you go out?’ ‘Yessss.. and no. I turned it on on my phone before we reached. You can put the bags on the kitchen sink. I need to sort them out before keeping them. How are you going back?’ (She pouted)…Continue readingSchooled Once Again
(Mina asked) ‘Daddy? Are you ok?’ It has been just three days after her funeral, and I was still in the mind of disbelief, and unacceptance that she was no longer around. In many ways, she still felt like she was ‘just not around’. On the surface, life went on as usual, but I knew…Continue readingFather-Daughter Moment
As AI find its way quietly into our lives, I can’t help but think that ‘writers’ will soon be obsolete. On the other hand, ‘they’ can take over the writing, but, supplying the ‘prompt’, seems to be a challenge that AI-age-writers can embark on. Regardless, there comes the first AI produced story on Phantacee. At…Continue readingAge of AI
*Ding dong* The bell rang just as I stepped out of my work shoes, prompting me to switch to a pair of slippers before I made my way to Anna, in the unit right next to my apartment. As previously agreed, I did not have to knock, nor call out to her, to enter her…Continue readingDoorbell