The Peeper

Originally posted on The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch:
Most people have some bad habits. Some pick their noses. Some chew their fingernails down to the skin. Some pick at their pimples.Β I had one too. I used to spy on women changing clothes. I don’t know how I developed this habit, or why. I wasn’t particularly sex-crazed…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #18: Daddy’s Girl

{Front door creaks open and the figure of a young woman appears into the nearly dark room. Another figure,Β that of a man, appears from the door on the far left of the room. He switches on the lights. The young woman winces at the bright lights.} ‘Where have you been all this time? Do you…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #17: Something Broken

A four-year-old says to his babysitter – ‘What is cloaked?’ ‘Covered.’ ‘Then what is clocked?’ ‘Something to do with time, or achieving something. Please, not now. I’m trying to find my phone. I don’t know where I put it… Did you see my phone?’ He doesn’t answer. After a while. ‘What is croaked?’ ‘Aargh! Can…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #16 – The Choice

Her head was feeling cluttered already. Three cups of morning coffee had still done nothing to unclog her brain pores. She was still standing where she had been standing for the past 2 hours – before the mirror. ‘This isn’t helping. I need a shower…. a cold one.’ Throwing off her dressing gown to the…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #15 : Ripped Off

She wore the best from her wardrobe that night. The Manish Malhotra lacy sari with gold brocade detailing on the blouse, brought out the bronze in her skin so that she looked like an Aztec goddess. There were Swarovski’s on her feet and pure Temple jewelry on her ears, but that heavy Ganesha pendant stole…

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