Runaway Bug

We had just finished watching an episode of Sherlock and my sister and I were discussing the episode when she had a craving.

I'm going down to get a..." Clearly at a loss, my sister began to gesture wildly; she swung her fist around as she said,
"The..umm.. you know what i mean."

"Keys? I really don't know. What?" I replied, utterly bamboozled.

"See? This is why you don't catch on as quickly while watching Sherlock. " there was a slight pause as she finally grasped the word. "I meant lollipop. You should have known that! I was eating it in front of you just earlier today!"

"Were you? I can't remember.." I said as i wondered how I could forget my sister chewing on a gigantic rainbow colored lollipop. I formed a rather ridiculous image in my head so I was stuck on how I could forget something like that.

We walked downstairs to the kitchen and Sheena opened the fridge,  where she had stored her lollipop. Right on top of it was a teeny tiny cockroach baby.

She made a disgusted face. "Ick. How'd that get in there?" She peeled off the remnants of the lollipop from the fridge tray.

"Oh! Look! It's getting away! EEEEEE!", I exclaimed.
The cockroach had indeed scurried to the bottom of the fridge and was scurrying away on the floor.

"No use eating this anyway.. Here goes!", said Sheena.

SPLAT

She struck the cockroach with the lollipop stick.

And it shattered into countless pieces.

"You should have seen that one coming!, Sherlock!" I said as I burst into uncontrollable giggles.

Tis a pity that the cockroach got away anyway.

The White Cross

She stared at the rusty white gate. She looked down at the parcel she was holding. It was wrapped in newspaper. As if the parcel was a talisman giving her strength, she pushed open the gate as much as the rust allowed and walked through.

"I wonder which one it is. Oh god. I dont want to leave it on the wrong one". Her thoughts were racing. She walked towards the far end of the cemetary. The numerous crosses that marked the final resting place of each person there, didnt have any markings.

Some were large and some were smaller. most of them were the same brown wood, fairly old. Some graves had grave stones. Some had flowers and others laid bare. Some crosses were ornately carved and others were simple.

But each marked the place of a person. Someone who was once loved.
which one was the one she needed to find?

Year End Review

Year end review 2013

Yay! I've had this blog for two whole years now.

It's been two years of writing monthly. Two years of expressing my thoughts and ideas, and knowing that I have done it to the best of my abilities. But its time i take things a step forward.

So this year, I'm going to put out short stories. Or my daily antics as short stories. I need to practice other forms of writing. Of course i will continue my irregular columns such as Sunday book review and Stories from my scandalous life. but the latter will be told differently. I can do better and  i will. I want to spend mroe time on posts rather than just hammering away at a key  board. This blog has always been my personal endeavor at improving my writing and its time to move forward.

Happy New Year, everybody!