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The Magic Door

Door: Just a sliding or swinging mechanism; a barrier that leads to another space; anything that provides a means of access. One day it will take over the transportation sector, rendering millions of people jobless, reducing traffic jam and negating carbon emission. It will provide access to any place in the universe through spacial manipulation technology instantly. Generating a worm hole when the door is opening, reading the location thoughts through a micro-chip implanted, scanning the patterns when he or she grabs on to the knob like a key. It might even travel back through time or into another dimension. A parallel universe where everything is totally opposite, a world where reptiles rule and man kind were extinct. Maybe the place heaven might really exist somewhere? Will the children’s get to visit Santa during Christmas? Will the magic door be affordable for anyone? Maybe…

The Gremlins

My grandma used to tell me to sleep with my legs straight. She told me of an unknown creature that creeps up ones knee during the night. I named it Gremlins. Smart kid I was never believed in such tales. Till one morning, waking up discovering big, round patch of blue-black skin on my knee. Grandma applies her cure-all remedy for me continue telling that Gremlins usually travels at night, avoiding giants. Resting their luggage on a bent knee frustrates them as their luggage would roll down the hill. One must have pulled out a giant magic hammer to flatten any obstacles standing along their path. Lucky the skins on my knees are stiff enough to contain my flesh and blood. Cute little me to ask, is that why I wet my pants every night? Grandma giggled. I still wet my pants… inspirationally … is it still the Gremlins? Maybe…

I WANT IT BACK

50 hours she worked for my early birthday gift. Gone the 5th day I receive. Like a baby who lost his pacifier, I want it back, I want it now. My illusion tells me it’s there, I swept my bag and searched the floors and I searched my bag and swept the floors. It was never there. Never fare evaded, yet karma strikes where I least expected. May the best of health befall he who benefits from my misfortune, as Lost and Found never helped, not for me! I wish to forget... forget ever losing it. I want it back…