Lady M.Red (Morocco-Red)

I write to escape from the reality of this world. I'm not saying I don't like it. But sometimes you need an escape. And I run off into my mirage of fantasies.

I cannot commit myself to one story, so most of my stuff are one-shots. And also, I have no imagination. Education ripped it right out of me. They made me churn out cold, plotless essays. One after another. And so imagination dried up.

The Two Jugs

Spiritual.

A retelling of the beautiful classic fable of the perfect and the flawed jug. One shot.

Inferiority means nothing.

A Good Laugh

Spiritual.

When was the last time you laughed because you felt truly carefree? Well, this is another rewrite of a short story, focused on emotion. Andrew hasn't smiled in ages. A psychiatrist thinks he can help. But it turns out... One shot.

Are you laughing at me? Does it make you happy to do so?

Rail

Spiritual again, I think.

Two people shared a railing. And old, rusty railing can do more than just endure the rain.

Whether he had replaced his hand on the railing, she couldn't care less.