Stories,Stickers and Stamps

   Night time. They say, that’s when all the monsters come out. That’s the tale we been told to as a kids and still it carries through into the adulthood with the grotesque stories of what people are capable of. This night was not particularly special but nevertheless, it was not quite the usual one either. The fog slowly descended on the sleepy small town. Embracing the houses in it’s hollow embrace and filling up the streets with its mundane disorienting greyness. Echoes of the summer’s day past resonated in the quiet.The streets were empty,silence. The people of the town were reliving their day through the magic and horror of dreams and nightmares. Light from the lampposts was bouncing from puddle to puddle and enjoying the freedom of the night,stillness of the streets, with no wandering feet to disturb the game it was playing. Peace. Seems like that was the mood of the street that night but not for long.    Solitary,shadowy figure emerged from the...

   Artist.Writer. Creator.Architect.A constructor and a visionary. Mender,builder,destroyer and an average man. Walking down the street. Lights flicker like snowflakes on a winter’s day. Flicker like stars on a clear starry night,blanketing the skies. A blur,a droplet on the street,an echo of life and a loud noise of humanity. Streets filled with life,the hustle and bustle of the everyday rush. People come and go,to and fro,rushing,walking,standing,talking. Many faces of the fellow people soon become one,a blur,an everyday mundane, seen before that shall repeat once more tomorrow. Another day,another walk,same faces,new emotions. There is something new tonight. An artist. A fellow creator stands on the street. A spirit animal and a soul mate. So far yet so close. Stranger but a good friend.    An artist stands behind his tool. His instrument,his friend. Lost in the moment. Rid of all thought,clear mind,focused,channelling his inner self. Fingers as if ...

   I heard this asshole is gonna be in the club tonight. People at the entrance said he did come here but a while ago and I was just hoping,this time,this time he won’t get away from me. As I made my way through the sweaty crowd,I was already feeling lost. Crowd was morphing into a wave,sea of people,faces and just like the sea the whole place was filled with energy. Bright vivid lights and the blaring,blasting music.It was like a tribal ceremony,like savages gone wild,or sping break,yeah,more like spring break. As I kept going,I saw him!Sone of a bitch!That asshole is not getting away again. I got my gun out right there,right then.I took my aim,this was it,right in the head,say good night.    People started screaming. For a second,I was confused as to why,what was happening?Oh yeah,I guess it’s my gun,whatever..I took the shot,it had to be done.I am not loosing him again!I shoot. He heard the screams,saw me and ducked. Are you kidding me?He started run...