The art of D-I-Y

In my ‘three-plus’ decades of surviving on Planet Earth, seldom has anything bruised my ego (and various body parts), than the magically ‘voodoo’ art of D-I-Y.
Read on, to find why.

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The Phone Call

“Would you answer a call, if you knew the person on the other end wanted you dead?”

A piece of flash fiction written for the prompt, ‘Scream’. One of my shortest pieces yet.

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Of being ‘nice’

As a child, I was brought up just like most other kids around me. I was told/ taught to be ‘nice to people’, which if you think of it, is often confused with being polite or having good manners. But in the adult world, often, being nice means something else, as I learnt the hard way.

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