Category: storytree

  • An Indian Desi on the Storytree

    An Indian Desi on the Storytree

    The flamboyant dilettante called me by name. I was shocked. My eyes danced over what was visible of his face, most of which was hidden behind the masks that we all wear. I didn’t recognize him. How did he know my name? A few moments later, I realized that I was still wearing my nametag. […]

  • The Last Cat Dinner on the Storytree

    It was a busy week, and it had taken Mr. Fuzzles a lot of time to finish up the year at Cat School. From kitty report cards to marking pet exams, the way that the end of the year was organized at his Cat School was terrible. He had finished late more than once a […]

  • Gym Stories

    There’s the girl who puts the treadmill stubbornly at 10kph but can only manage to run at that pace for less than 30 seconds. Then, she holds onto the rails of the treadmill for 30 seconds, stomping away, until she runs again for another 30 seconds. There are the girls who put shirts or jackets […]

  • Dogkill

    It’s a little past midnight, and a man gets out of a courtyard. He’s got a dog in tow and he’s walking quickly towards a nearby park. The dog follows his master obediently on the leash. It’s a French bulldog, all muscle and all clown. The owner is pulling the dogs along. He sees a […]

  • Kerala On The Storytree

    Hello, he says. Hello I reply while shaking his gnarled hand. He looks like my grandfather. Where are your from he asks. I’m from Canada I reply. I tell him that I’m mixed up. I was born in Germany, lived in France, spent the rest of the time in Quebec, Canada. Really, he asks. I’m […]

  • The Moneytree On The Storytree

    He was 21. When I heard this, I was amazed. I couldn’t understand how a 21-year old was the manager of a successful firm and that I was his employee. The most important thing that I discovered about him was that he was a pathological liar. He couldn’t help himself. He would lie about the […]

  • Christians on the Storytree

    I was walking with S, Dr. G, and the wife towards a restaurant in the Shida ghetto. We came across two strange ladies who were chanting They were seated close to each other and kept repeating the same thing over and over again. I didn’t see any Buddhist prayer beads or tokens of faith, nevertheless, […]

  • Bike Shop Baby on the Storytree

    I was wondering why there was a crib there, I said. She answered that when she comes with her baby, she needs a crib. That makes sense, I said. She said that her husband was working in a bank five years ago and didn’t like the repetitve routine. That’s why they opened a bike shop. […]

  • Nic on the Storytree

    He says that he thinks that food with pesticides is way better than bio food. Why I ask. He says that we have studied the effects of pesticides, insecticides and a whole bunch of other -icides on the human body for decades and it’s been thoroughly researched. For a minute, I can’t fathom what my […]

  • Jobless Belgian Flower on the Storytree

    I got fired from my job, she says. Why I ask. Well, I kind of took off for spring break to Mexico to visit my dad, but I didn’t really tell my boss when this would happen. I had written this in on the wrong form and my boss wasn’t happy. I got fired. That’s […]