Category Archives: Tony the Octopus

she stares, blinking. urgh, she sighs, ducking into a nearby café. it is almost ten at night, a good-enough time for them to be closing soon. she approaches the counter, a grateful smile. a latte, please. sure, mademoiselle. the man … Continue reading →

was he in love when he wrote his seventh? perhaps he was. perhaps he found his reason of being in the theme that carries ever so gently on the flute, as the softness of the strings cocoons the fragile formation, … Continue reading →

fearing for his life, he writes worshipful symphonies, setting trumpets to joyous fanfare celebrating the great and amazing things that this government has done for its people. his wife sits by his side, playing out the melodic line mournfully on … Continue reading →

Dust, by Ujin Lee and Tom Edwards. Maybe it is safe to say that sometimes it takes a little time for things to gather; after all, we originate from the dusts of this universe, and therefore, all our creations too … Continue reading →

she stands before it, transfixed. slowly the man removes the case, the latches unbuckling unceremoniously as if they no longer care for this ceremony. but to her, it is her first, hence, it marks the start of a ritual to … Continue reading →

she brews a jug of black death, its fumes lazily curling around her in an embrace. outside, it is a stretch of endless white, pale, pure, pristine, unmarred. wait for the morning, he says last night as his arms encircle … Continue reading →

this will be the hardest thing you have ever done in your life. perhaps it will take two full years of concentration to be confident enough to scale such heights. or two decades of your life. maybe even two centuries. … Continue reading →

so what are you going to do? the machine asks idly as he drops more of them into the box. eyes as wide as saucers, cheeks flushed pink, the rabbit looks up at the machine and shrugs, still clutching the … Continue reading →

her body sings with his, sings to the sound of a cosmic symphony, of oneness and wholeness, of being nothing more than a mere speck seen from the telescope of entirety yet a contributing part to the complete. her heart … Continue reading →