10Oct 2026 Susie Gharib

Release

(Inspired H.H.) The biological clock was vehemently ticking, like the persistent crows of an efficient cock. She rose under the urge and headed to the loo, without consulting the call of reason that enjoins one to examine decisions before their execution. Sitting on the toilet seat, she began to experience... Read More
15Aug 2026 Susie Gharib

Pristine

Pristine is the morning air in the wake of the chastisement of heavy rain. All shriveled, the litter of empty streets is shrunk with mourning and thoroughly drenched with muddy... Read More
editors note:

Even pristine can be mean. – mh clay

4Aug 2026 Susie Gharib

Loss

“What has your life amounted to?” asked the woman that led the ring. “I am separated from my wife, but I do have offspring, four children, of whom I am very proud,” answered the sixty-year-old. “And how often do you see your offspring?” she inquired. “One is abroad,” he responded... Read More
6Jun 2026 Susie Gharib

Resurrected by a YouTuber

(Inspired by a YouTuber: Dark Optimus) Disguised in his Joker’s outfit, Heath Ledger begins to unravel to me my own thoughts and feelings, with a psychological insight of infinite depth that keeps me attentively listening for thirty-three minutes. He intimates that despite a long series of traumas and tribulations, I... Read More
31May 2026 Susie Gharib

Who Said II

And who said I want to be betrothed want a diamond or an inexpensive ring, a white dress that attests to my sexual status, but definitely not his. Who said... Read More
editors note:

Synergy over servitude. – mh clay

14Mar 2026 Susie Gharib

A Presence

“Who referred you to me?” he inquired. “My boss has decided that I should see a counselor because I want to quit my job. I told him that bias would be inevitable if the company made the choice, so he asked me to conduct the search. I spotted your name... Read More
4Mar 2026 Susie Gharib

Strapped

You’re prodding with a pair of dirty tongs, the daily ritual of inspecting every thought, infecting my brain, an unguarded heart, and an ailing soul. Apart from a dumb cup... Read More
editors note:

They would make us minions, manipulated martyrs. – mh clay

24Dec 2025 Susie Gharib

Joe

He crept into my room, but not on four, every time I visited the loo, simply because it had a little fridge with the leftovers of yesterday’s meal, an intact pint of milk, some cheddar cheese, and a single pancake that I usually kept for very lonely evenings, as a... Read More
16Dec 2025 Susie Gharib

I am an empowered woman

“I am an empowered woman,” she remonstrated. His eyes swooped down from an unpolished mouth to a very slender waist, as if expecting to see a pistol or a grenade.... Read More
editors note:

Some lugs can’t see power that doesn’t threaten. – mh clay

23Sep 2025 Susie Gharib

The Color of Love

Have you ever wondered about the colour of love? Is it a crimson red, or diluted with a contaminated brush? Is it pitch black, an obsession that lusts, a possessive... Read More
editors note:

Love is even for the color blind. – mh clay