Young Underpaid Professionals

Again again

FICTION posted by Rica She was standing in the middle of that stupid overcrowded mall, her left hand on her waist, her right hand fumbling in her pocket for her cell phone. Has he called yet, she heard the lady at the information booth ask. He hasn’t, but I doubt he’d bother to. No, but he will...

A letter to angel

FICTION posted by Rica The image I have of you in my mind is that of an angel – an angel with red wings. You were never the type to settle things calmly, always resorting to violence. And if you could, you’d definitely annihilate anyone who was in your way. You were never the type to write either....

Box Office

FICTION posted by Rica She gets in her car, or waves at a cab. She drives herself to work, or lets the cab driver drop her in front of her office. She doesn't take a lift but feels the elevator doors close. She waits five minutes to make sure gravity won't pull her down again. She gets out and faces...

I Am

Posted by Rica I am the Egyptian goddess Mout. I am the voice inside my own head. I am the prank caller you want to kill. I am luuurve. I am the smoke that floats above your lips. I am the eyes that will ogle you when you feel alone. I am the one you need. I will be the person to despise you. I am the...