Wolfy Chai

Short-Stories — Poetry — Philosophy

  • The Wide-Eyed Widow

    Blake Dudley and Miss Winters had a rigid routine. Sundays were for brunch, at either Marios or Seasons 52; and, today Blake decided it was a Seasons 52 kind of day. Even though she ordinarily never ordered anything off the menu’s of either place, Miss Winters always made sure to scan the menu for any… Continue reading

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  • The Lizards Who Lunch

    It was Sunday morning, the four lizard sisters–Agatha, Margarine, Nina, and Agnes–met for brunch as per usual. Agatha was the reputed black sheep of the family. Her lesbianism had put her on the chopping block as far as their parents were concerned. In reaction, Agatha became a “STB” or, Stone Cold Bitch—not a STD which… Continue reading

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  • Love me as I am

    I saw his face in the dimly lit street-puddles. I ran my fingers slowly along the sides of his face. I felt the scruff of his thick beard. I saw his face when looking up at the constellations in my dreams. I wondered how on earth I would get up there. I felt his warm… Continue reading

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  • The Gift of Love

    I had been paddling all night, when I suddenly saw the sun’s light. The icy winds were defrosted by its gentle warmth.  Waves of oxygen evaporated from the salty waters of the sea below.  I looked to the right of me just as soon as the sun’s first rays shined across the left half of… Continue reading

  • The Blood River

    200 years into the future, the world had largely become a vast desert. Every last hectare of rainforest had been burned to the ground nearly 40 years prior to make way for the growing demand for meat consumption and a burgeoning herd of hungry mouths to feed. Meat production became increasingly infeasible due to the… Continue reading

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  • The Stars at Night

    Looking around you everywhere,  only dust, grays, and browns ever appear.  Cold is the air.  Quiet are the stares… No one who actually sees.  Only people who are thieves.  Stealing the remainder of your leaves.  Stealing what makes your heart free to be. But here comes night—the stars shining, bright. Yet they still witness your… Continue reading

  • A Love That Is Not For Me

    There is no one else like you.  Your soul as vast as the sea.  Your lips as sacred as the trees.  Your breath, so subtle. . . I. . . freeze My heart quivers when it knows it can’t see you.  Hidden in a prison that is impassable; I can only visit you in my… Continue reading

  • Mother, May I?

    Penny Lee Babblestone only lived for two things in her life: her cats and the TV program Mother, May I? In many ways, Penny was a self-assured, independent woman who lived off of her late husband’s pocketbook and her monthly retirement checks. She had curly, mousey-brown hair, huge round glasses that made her eyes look like an… Continue reading

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  • Will I Shine Tonight?

    I once had a dream found within the stars.  I kept it tucked away in the sky, untouchable to everyone else, but, I soon realized it became untouchable even to me.  Through many seasons of yearning, the stars moved across the sky.  Little did I know, the stars I kept hope for had been long… Continue reading

  • What I Used to Do

    I took the same drive I have taken many times before. Up along the winding mountain roads. To my favorite little olive grove.  Oh how I wish I could move again… I climbed these hills many times. I walked my stride along its ridges and lines. Not knowing then, I wouldn’t ever be walking them… Continue reading