Thank you to my followers and have a Happy New Year!

Hey Everyone,

I just wanted to wish you all a Happy New Year! And also to take this opportunity to thank all of you who follow me or even take the time to like my posts.

2018 wasn’t bad but I had to take time for my other career. I was studying for a very tough exam, and that meant cutting down on the amount I can create. However, after it was over, I realized that I’d be working for another corporate office. The bottom line is that I wasn’t posting as much as I should have, and to those people who follow me, I truly apologize.

Here’s what I can promise you. I want to make this more than a hobby. I want to make this a career because being creative is what stimulates me– it is my raison d’être. And as I get older I want to fulfill my passion for making art, whether it be through my writing, sketching and/or conversations with other people.

Here are three commitments or resolutions, that I want to make:

  • Finish the first draft of my Novel.
  • Publish our Podcast at least on a weekly basis.
  • And make uncompromising, amazing art.

Once again. Thank you for everything you do and please let me know what your goals are as well.

Sincerely,

A.R Minhas

Novel: Confessions of an Abortion Addict – Excerpt – Part 5

This is an excerpt from the novel “Confessions of an Abortion Addict.” The novel is still in progress and this excerpt might not be sequential and will be subject to additional editing. Please provide feedback. Thank you!

 

The room was a vacuum of white static. A giant corridor in a hospital except without the smell of disinfectant; it smelt more like a perfume counter of a department store. This is the beginning of your new life. There are other would-be actresses that Virchow, has lured with a promise of fame and stardom. The other girls come in different sizes, but they have the same age: under 30-ish.  Old man craves young flesh. Practicing lines, pouting lips in Vanity Mirrors, Refreshing make-up and they have brought with them the dreams that are about to be realized. I adjust my yellow dress that I’ve worn after my agent’s continuous pestering and pleas to look presentable.

I have my hair down, from what I can see in the mirror at the opposite end. It looks matte black. My skin also feels darker because I didn’t feel like going too heavy for the make-up. I’d really don’t like being here too, but my agent insists that ambition is the key. You have to make things happen.

 

“I love the yellow you’re wearing, it really compliments your skin tone,” the girl next to me says.

 

“Oh, Thanks!” I said, and it took a moment for me to realize that she was talking to me. No one had said a word to me this entire afternoon, except for maybe verifying that I was on the audition list. This girl was very peculiar; for one thing, everyone had come with portfolios, their bags and of course they were all dressed to reflect their own particular set of assets.  While she was wearing a low-cut, plain white tee, black leather vest with spiked studs, a multitude of scarves and accessories, on a skinny frame with a heavy dose of mascara which made the blues on her eyes feel piercing. “I love your get up too,” I try to mirror the compliment but it might have felt a little insincere due to the long pause.

 

“Ha-ha, please, don’t lie. I know I’m underdressed, but my agent forced me to come here,” she gently strokes her serpentine red hair.

“That sounds awesome—you have anything else lined up?”

“A couple of things. Plus, I’ve not heard anything good about, Virchow. One of my friends was telling me that he makes the girls take off their top and chooses them based on the color of their areolas.”

 

“Really?” I replied. Don’t listen to the competition, June…she just wants to see you walk out that door. “Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t have a very sparkling reputation, but that’s low— even for him…just out of curiosity what color does he prefer?”

 

“Apparently, he really likes nipples to complement the rest of the breast, so they become camouflaged.” She says in an indifferent tone. “I have darker nipples anyway, so I’m already out.”

“No offense but if that’s the case why don’t you just walk out right now?” I ask her with a bluntness that I didn’t even know I had in me. Yeah, tell the truth.

 

“Well, it’s a rumor, and in this day and age everyone makes up their own rumors. I just want to see who is bullshitting me, right?” She says that without blinking. “Oh, by the way, my name is Sally, Sally Chrysler. Not like the car, please don’t make that joke— I probably should change my last name— anyway, you can call me, Sly. You might remember me from such classics as Prairie Shark, Wendigo: the awakening and of course Who brought the lumberjack on my fishing boat, eh?”

“Ha-ha,” I couldn’t help but chuckle at her, it was a little difficult to keep pace with her thoughts. “Hi, Sally…urm…sorry, Sly. I’m June, June Husk. I’ve also only been in Canadian Movies, mostly. I did some stuff with Tcherkov, but as it was pointed out to me by my Agent, for me to ‘make it’ I have to go to Hollywood…well nice to meet you.” I palm her hand and she goes for the cheek-to-cheek, and we end up in between a low hug and front-on spooning.

 

“Nice to meet you too, June. I can’t say, I’ve seen you in anything…but you look familiar but here’s hoping this is your big break.”

“I hope so too,” I said with a heavy sigh. There is a long moment of silence between us, and the long gap is filled with Sly’s intermittent whistling.

“Hey, once you’re done do you wanna go out for a couple of drinks?” She says in her pattern of blurts.

 

“Umm…I have to be somewhere after, but we can go out sometime later this week.”

 

“Great, by the way, it wasn’t meant as a date or anything—hmm…I just like to you know network a little bit.”

 

“You really are awkward aren’t you?” I replied, smiling back at her.

 

“Yeah, you noticed?”

 

“Yes, I did,” we laughed, and for a moment we forgot that we were sitting in a hallway filled with anxious starlets.

 

“June! June Husk!” A voice bellowed.

 

“That’s you…go! go!”

 

“Thanks!” I leaped up, pirouetting across the rows of starry-eyed, doe-faced hopefuls. She gave me an air kiss and stuck her card inside my purse in a flash. I swore that I heard her say, all the best, as I rushed towards the assistant who called me.

“June Husk…nice name.”  He said holding a clipboard close to his chest.

 

“Thanks.”

 

Previous Excerpts:

Novel: Confessions of an Abortion Addict – Excerpt – Part 4

Novel: Confessions of an Abortion Addict – Excerpt – Part 3

Novel: Confessions of an Abortion Addict – Excerpt – Part 2

Novel: Confessions of an Abortion Addict – Excerpt – Part 1

Confessions of an Abortion Addict

 

 

© A.R. Minhas 2017

It’s Ok To Be Lonely, Sometimes

“It’s ok if they don’t get your joke.”

            “None of them do…”

            “And humor is such a subjective thing.”

                            “You just have to try a little harder…”

“Maybe, a little more to the right.”

“If you stick the landing then they’ll respect you…”

“Oh! When are you getting published?”

            “You just don’t drink that much.”

 

“Please, please another pint… that’s all I have left.”

“Is the weekend over yet because this egg won’t crack itself,”

            “If there is a movie to masturbate too can we please watch something surreal?”

“If your breasts like mountains bow I would be able to see again!”

“I can paint the world with your freshly stippled legs.”

 

“That pure waterfall is my release, and the cliff is your face changing shape.”

 

“Our evergreens and my heart are rooted in you.”

 

“If there a distance between a star, let me immolate between your thighs.”

 

 “I have lied to you inside a convenience store.” “And I know of the other entity that

                                                                  resides below you.”

 

“If there is flesh, let me have a light…”

“And smoke is blessed and falls on all of us with carcinogenic precision.”

“It’s ok, loneliness comes in small bouts.”

                                                          “It will kill you in small amounts.”

 

“And maybe one day you won’t be so disappointed that you ended up this way.”

 

© A.R. Minhas 2017

Sometimes, it’s okay to die

It falls to you

That place last night

 

Remembering a past life

The moment a chemical was released

 

Nicotine in the air

An Orgasmic coffee

The sip to stay up all night

 

Ruminating on your shape

The wetness of lips

And a pause of Sativa’s breath

 

The moon’s fullness desired you

Worshipping the instrument of my birth

      It’s ok to die        now

      It’s ok to die

 Sometimes

 

I can still remember

It’s hard to let go of such thoughts

To be obsessed with your repression

 

And maybe after my consciousness is gone

Then I will forget

But for now

 

It’s there

It’s always there

Your face reddened

 

And your body a map of teeth marks

Triangle etched on beauty spots

Strands of saliva dripping from nipples

              Irradiated

     Stares

                                Longing

       Another cruelty

                            Summer brings a new style of fucking

Throat burns blue smoke

 

King of ash

Tap the last strain of smolder

Cum with certainty, and transcendence

Recreating myself on your belly button

 

An eyelash juts out

The thighs offer a refuge from the coldness

 

And these fingers will make contact

“You’re dripping deep oceans.”

 

Womb or watery depths

There is no dispersion of oxygen here

And no distraction of life

Just darkness

And whatever it is I am.

 

© A.R. Minhas 2017

Drowning, in a sea of your legs

I’m not going to lie

I was staring at your naked legs all day,

The sight of your taut calves

Hairless and curvy architecture

Waxen secrets between them

Those thighs that I can use as pillows

The gentle waves of your movements

And I can hear your voice through them

“Let’s follow the spiral!”

It’s ok to be lost within them

Robin blue egg shells

Settle down to my stomach

Hard boiled, I am for you

“Your knees need to be stroked,”

And planted with brilliant purple kisses

Scars of childhood remain…

They can’t be walked off

They won’t be walked off

I’ll lick your ankles that have been oppressed by stilettoes

And yellow calloused feet can crush my heart

It demands to be trampled. It needs to be trampled.

I lust for your beautiful legs

That walk away from me

Before I can run to them.

 

© A.R. Minhas 2017

A dream that could’ve happened

I could’ve dreamed for a better outcome

But reality brings me down

It brings me down like that third drink

On a Sunday night

 

I could’ve dreamed about you for hours,

Months           if I wanted to

 

But I would’ve done to you what I do to my cigarette stubs

And I know what this world is like

But more importantly

I know what I’m like

And I’m not that pleasant to deal with

Buried beneath the foundation of my house

Curb-stomped to nothingness

Your perfume lingers always

And I fail to capture what you smell like

But I know you’re better than lilacs in spring

 

I’m hoping you actually smell like that still

I sometimes dream of meeting you on another planet

“Let’s share oxygen together!”

And maybe a conversation or two

Could you imagine what it would be like to share a living space?

Can you break the ice?

Forever and Ever and Ever…

 

Drowning, I don’t want anything from you

Maybe I just like the thought of things

Maybe everyone just likes the thought of things

 

I don’t want anything from you

And Maybe we’re just cursed to dream

Of whatever could be

And instead we’re here

Locked in fishbowls.

 

© A.R. Minhas 2017

Shade-Loving plants

“I’m not alone on purpose”

That’s what I tell people these days

But loneliness is the best outcome

 

I can’t hurt others

Without hurting myself

Bleeding hearts

Better stay away from me

“I’m a shade-loving plant.”

 

Stay away from this carcinogenic body

I like my dark green corners

Or hope for a morning that isn’t too bright

For my Eyes

I admire my darkness

Fondness grows in the shade

Coolness of Blue solitude

No expectations

My words might betray me from time-to-time

And I’m unreliable from time-to-time

I have a voice that says unspoken things

 

Chaos soothes my soul

I’m clearing a path

And you might understand it

From time-to-time

But they will never fall exactly the way I meant them

 

Not in Love

Not in Loneliness

Just like a carousel

 

Encircling the snake

Golden water

Facing the other way from the sun.

 

© A.R. Minhas 2017

Thank you once again!

      Sorry, it took me this long to acknowledge this, but we’ve reached another milestone: 300 followers and counting! (Yes!) Anyway, I can’t even begin to tell you all how happy I am with the growth of this blog. When I first started, I wondered how long it would take me to get the support I needed; and now, here we are, 300 followers strong!

        I want to thank each and every one of you for liking, following and commenting on my posts. You’ve all given me the encouragement to continue, and I can’t express how thankful I am to each and every one of you.

          Moving forward, I want to continue providing you all with unique content, interesting short stories and engaging poetry. I want to be different from everyone else and stand out without hurting the quality and integrity of my work. I also recognize that there is some great content out there, and I’ll try everything in my power to promote others too.

         Speaking of promotions, I’m also considering writing a Short-story/ Poetry collection, and I would like to hear your thoughts on it. I’m definitely in the early phases, but I would like to be able to give you all something tangible. I’d like to end this post by saying thank you once again for your continued support, and you all mean the world to me. Please also follow me on other social media as well, links below. Thanks.

 

 

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