Monthly Archives: January 2014


I know people aren’t perfect,

But you’re a flaw.



1: Excuse me sir, you’re not allowed to drink at the station. Please follow me sir.
2: Follow you where?
1: Please just cooperate and follow me, sir.
2: What, you’re gonna fine me?
1: It’s an offence, sir. The rules are clear.
2: Dude I was just taking a swig of water. My mouth was dry!
1: Sir please don’t waste my time
2: *stands up and stands face to face with the man* Look, do you really feel it’s justified to fine me $500 for taking a mouthful of water? That’s ridiculous. There’s two ways this can play out. One, you give me a warning and leave, and we both come out of this in one piece. Two, I break your face. I’ll probably get into more trouble, but think about it. Your face will be messed up for ever and every time you look in the mirror, you’ll remember me. So what’s it gonna be.
1: You know… I think you missed out the other option.
2: And what would that be?
1: The one where I break your face.



i don’t care, i’m just morbidly curious.

a noise in the background,

a thought that slipped away.


there was only a flame,

i caught fire,

you got burnt,

and now it’s dead



1: I’ve only agreed to this meeting out of what little respect I have left for you. You got five minutes go.
2: Okay, I understand, and thank you. It’s simple: we want you back on the team.
1: I thought I told you no, two years ago.
2: That was two years ago. Now we’ve got a high-stakes operation unlike ANY we’ve seen. We NEED all the good men we can get.
1: I haven’t changed my mind. It’s still a no.
2: Come on, consider what’s on the line here. We NEED all th-
1: LOOK man, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I’m NOT a good man. In fact right now I’m straining every FIBRE in my being to keep myself from FLIPPING THIS GODDAMN TABLE IN YOUR FACE
2: Whoa, whoa, okay. Jeez… Man I know what happened at-
1: You know NOTHING so stop pretending. 
2: Alright, alright! Just take it easy man, I’m only here to talk.
1: Well, you’ve spoken, now get the hell out of my face. Go away and don’t come back. As a matter of fact, I don’t need you or your kind around, so tell EVERYBODY back at base to take their wishes and shove it up their behinds.



The following is inspired and modified from the children’s book Ten in the Bed by Penny Dale, which was a text we used in a recent lecture at school.

Three in the bed, 
And the little one said:
‘Roll over! Roll over!’

So they all rolled over
And the croc fell out.


Two in the bed,
And the little one said:
‘Roll over! Roll over!’

So they all rolled over
And the bear fell out.


One on the bed,
And the little one said:
‘Come back! Come back!’

And the thing under the bed
It laughed and it said

‘They can’t hear you.
No one to help you…’

And the little boy exploded




You might be listening to things that cannot be heard
Why not out for things you’ll never see
Allow yourself to think someone else’s thoughts
The frailty of your existence like a reflection across the water
You might stop working one day but you must never stop learning



Standing there, across the room, facing the wall, was… me. At that instant of recognition I could not feel my body, it seemed as though my eyes had gone wider than normal, I heard no sound and I stopped breathing. Then a strong THUMP in my chest, a wave of electric mixed with terror and disbelief cascaded from my chest to every extremity. I stood there gaping as the person slowly turned around to face me, a sickeningly wide smile on his… on my face, looking at me through the vacuum of empty sockets. He only smiled but I felt the rumble of a deep sound. My eyes tore themselves away from the frightening sight and I sucked in a breath of air as I tried to yell, all while ripping myself away from that spot and hurtling down the corridor. My legs moved on their own accord and I slammed into the elevator door before pounding on the button. I was shaking and shouting and looked down the corridor, expecting and dreading to see the terrifying being coming after me. The hallway was SO QUIET AND EMPTY it drove me insane, the anticipation, the fear, the disbelief, and then ding!

The elevator had arrived and even as the doors opened I stumbled in, pounded the buttons, hoping to hit the G for Ground, then slammed on the Close button while my eyes darted around, still wide, checking if it had followed me. The doors closed and I pressed myself into a corner, suddenly aware of my shouting and how it hurt my ears in that small space. I was shaking, shaking like mad and on the verge of tears. After what seemed like forever the doors finally opened and I ran out, yelling for help, into the arms of the security guard on duty that night.

My legs gave way and I sobbed, tried and failed to speak, clutching at his pants for dear life. His partner ran over and together, by some miracle, they managed to sit me, and calmed me down enough for me to sputter words along the lines of ‘thing’ ‘upstairs’ ‘looks like me’ ‘pantry’ ‘there is’.

Honestly my memory of that entire hour is fuzzy, marked by bright flashes, a blur of activity and the panic that had consumed me.

I don’t know what happened next but the rest of the night swirled past and I eventually woke up at home next to my wife, still clutching her nightgown.

It goes without saying that my experience that night rocked my being and shook and collapsed what used to be my firm understanding and belief of this life. It seemed so unreal, what I had seen, yet I knew without a doubt that it was no figment of my imagination. And like the previous incident, nobody that didn’t belong was found on the compound. All that was left was a cup of coffee on the counter, made by an unknown entity, in what turned out to be a mug that never was from our pantry to begin with. In fact I personally doubt if it was indeed coffee in the mug… But I shudder to think of the possibilities. The mere recollection of that night still sends chills down my back.

Monday came, and Frederickson walked with me to the pantry, all the while keeping a firm grip on my arm. We didn’t have to get so close to see they had boarded up the place, with no way to get in… or out. As alarming as the story was, all of us decided against moving to another floor, and we continued working in our same labs, on that same floor.

Till this day management refuses to tell us why they decided to board up the room, or if they had any idea what was going on, but I get the feeling they’re as much in the dark as we are. In fact, with time we got to know a bit more of whatever it was that now resided in the old pantry.

At first we were alarmed, it got us on our toes, but today we are no longer bothered by the sounds that come from that sealed off room. No one has been harmed, and I know it sounds strange, but… I get the feeling that whatever is in that room was not malevolent, but… childlike, with an odd sense of humour. In fact I would go so far as to say that that one time a chance short circuit had started a fire, it was that thing in the room that had a hand in putting it out, even before the smoke detectors were activated.

And on some nights when I’m busy at work, I get the feeling that someone is watching me… either from behind the curtains or somewhere on top of the cupboards… But you get used to these sort of things.



The Wise  


  Dead men are wisest, for they know
How far the roots of flowers go,
How long a seed must rot to grow.

Dead men alone bear frost and rain
On throbless heart and heatless brain,
And feel no stir of joy or pain.

Dead men alone are satiate;
They sleep and dream and have no weight,
To curb their rest, of love or hate.

Strange, men should flee their company,
Or think me strange who long to be
Wrapped in their cool immunity.

Countée Cullen