Pounding The Keyboard

       A writer-friend begged me to promote his new novel here on my blog. I told him this blog has only got two readers, and he said it’s okay and that it will still help. The novel’s title is Incognito , writer is RN Danz and you can read it on Wattpad. It’s a dark, adult love story, a mystery-thriller that contains paranormal and supernatural elements. It’s free and ongoing, so the reader will have to be patient.      I asked him a chicken sandwich for my effort in promoting his novel.      “The novel’s free, dumbass,” he said. “I’m not earning anything from it, and your blog has only two readers.”      "Cheeseburger?"       "I can only afford French fries."     "Deal!"

                The Grim Reaper, wearing a three-piece suit and a laptop bag on his shoulder, led him into a room, which turned out to be a library with huge, endless shelves of books. The books were piled backwards at the shelves, meaning, you could not see their spine which contained the title and the authors. It was weird, who would stack books like that in a shelf? Book spines are beautiful, unless you want to give yourself a constant headache finding the books you wanted.      “This is the Library of Death, Stephen,” Grim Reaper said in his baritone, DJ-like voice. “And these,” he faced the clandestine books, “are the Books of Death.” The Grim Reaper turned to face him again and said, “You will die today and you will choose how you will die.” Mister Reaper paused and gently shook his head and smiled. “No, not really choose but randomly pick how your life will end. You will pick a book from these shelves and there, written, is the way you will die.      Stephen knew he was ju

       Two days ago, while I was in a public market, buying something, I saw a family (or so they seemed) busy hanging a tarpaulin outside a house. The tarpaulin had a picture of a smiling young woman in toga and the words on the tarpaulin were: Congratulations, (the young woman’s name), Magna Cum Laude . Magna Cum Laude is, of course, the second highest honor you'd get in college. While walking away from that celebratory activity, I heard a man quipping that the young woman’s academic honours surprised them, as she didn’t quite excel in high school and was often quiet.      And I could relate with that—I have a nephew, a sister’s oldest kid, and just like with our other niblings, we are close to him and would often spoil him, but I don’t know if he excelled in high school as I never queried his mother about it, but this nephew of mine is quiet, an introvert who would barely talk in family gatherings and would often be glued in front of a computer, or a tablet, or a cell phone