Category: Fiction

Sophea T. Amari

Sitting on the moon

Neat as a pin. She folded her hands tidily over her lap and started whistling a strange, haunting tune. The moon smiled as he watched her, how angelic she looked. “Come along, September, driving in October. Dreadful cloudy storms ahead, usher in November,” she sang. Her voice was melodic and pure. The stars beamed in …

Sophea T. Amari

Don’t question me

He was meticulous in the clean-up. Very meticulous. Very calm. Very cool and collected. Whistling as he removed the blood-stained Thomas Pink shirt he was wearing, he mopped up the mess in the living room. His favourite Arcos lamp had tiny splatters of blood on the base. The vivid red, varnish-looking blood was seeping into …

Sophea T. Amari

The Proposal

Do you promise to love me forever? No matter what? Of course I do. What kind of silly thing is that to say? But you know….you know that I… Shush. Don’t even say it. I don’t want to hear about it. But you need to know! You need to know that I will not be …

Sophea T. Amari

We ink pens

Hi, for purposes of this narrative, my name is Pilot. I live in a steel mesh pencil holder on the desk of a young woman, and may I say, what a messy desk it is too. Day in, day out, she picks me out to use me- signing documents, scribbling messages, doodling on a piece …

Sophea T. Amari

Leaving

It was done. His mind was made up. His heart pounded as he let himself into his house, the matrimonial home he and Laura had shared for the past 15 years. Was this wise? He didn’t care. All he knew, was that he was in love with Peta. He had fallen in love with her the first …

Sophea T. Amari

The Plumber

His sink was busted again. He had no idea how to fix it. His life was truly going downhill. He had come out a few months ago, to his parents, guns all-blazing. His mother had handled the whole thing badly. His father looked sad. Only his brother supported his decision. He had quit his job. …

Sophea T. Amari

The Gold Anklet

She had searched high and low for it. The family heirloom. A simple gold anklet with a tiny bell on the end, which made little tinkles as she walked. Today, she sat in her garden reading a novel, swinging herself on the old white swing. It was a cool, pretty Spring day and the scent …

Sophea T. Amari

Cabin fever

The jeep came to standstill at last, after hours of travel. She leapt out of the car like a jack in a box, stretching her long, jean-clad legs. The air in the Smokie Mountains was crisp and fresh, and she breathed in, feeling the air fill her lungs up with the scent of pine. The clouds …

Sophea T. Amari

The Party

It was late and she was getting tired, sitting at her desk, planning for the birthday party. Her note pad was filled with scribbles and charts, remarks in red and purple ink. She had the pinata sorted out, finally. Food, drinks and the cake had been ordered, although she had had a shouting match with …