"Kindness Leads To All Kinds Of Happiness."

I am not from here. I come from a planet far, far away.

It has been difficult to adjust, as you can imagine. 

The air you have has not been kind, but I am thankful for the overall rich experience.

I see the strangeness in the way you live. The most noticeable of them all is the way you wear a long piece of textile around your neck and call it fashion.

Your women seem to have a great sense of balance as they walk on short stilts. Increasing their height just enough, which I'm not sure why. It's almost like they believe that tallness equals beauty. It could be an act of intimidation against you. To be as tall, if not taller. I can't be sure.

Your priorities seem to be all mixed up too. Hate, Greed and Destruction are way on top of the list, while Love, Peace and Happiness are barely hanging on at the tail of things. 

I can't help but come to a conclusion that your life on this planet will most definitely end in tears. 

So, as my time here is almost up, I will not delay my verdict any further. 

My message to you today is, I will serve my final act of kindness. I will eliminate your existence so as not to prolong your sad, unfulfilling lives – with one press of a button. 

I assure you that it will be swift and painless. And you will not even have the time to cry a single tear. 

From the depths of Preta-Loka

Fiery eyes glow from the sockets of its skull.

Cold flames feed on its naked flesh and gnaw into its incombustible veins, tendons and muscles. 

The Pretalokan has risen from the realm of tortured-sprits and assumed the indefinable form of a sunburst – appearing footless, wide-mouthed and swollen bellied.

Blinding rays of crimson red slither into the crevices on the wall along the east wing corridors of the lost tomb. 

The unwavering beams writhe through linen shrouds of century-old mummified remains and reanimate a legion of death-bearing grunts. 

Soon enough the world will encounter a reign of terror, and languish in desolation and despair.

The Social Media Mum

She's got a job. Holds an important position in the company. At home, she has a maid to take care of things. So she can work till late. And when she's not, she'll be sleeping early because she's tired. Locks herself in her room so she won't be disturbed. Come weekend, she'll take the kids out for breakfast at their favourite pancake place. Instagram the event. Post a few of her favourite shots of the morning on Facebook. This will include at least one selfie with at least one kid at their favourite restaurant that's not too far from home. Then she's done for the week. Now she can go about her pedicure, manicure and stuff. Maybe catch a few friends for coffee in between. But there'd be no pictures for these times. The world needn't know about these things. This way, her relatives, colleagues and friends on social media can see her as the hardworking mum who tries hard to maintain a balanced life. Through her busy schedule, she still spends quality time with her family.

Life's tough being the Social Media Mum. 

The Final Battle

It has been a week since they've discovered the new species of jellyfish with hardened long tentacles and a glowing neon-like heads.

The video was posted on Facebook by Tech Insider.

The mutated jellyfish did make me think of something out of an H. G. Wells book.

Today, they walked out from the sea. A whole bunch of them. Tripled up in size.

They shot lasers from the frontal lobes of their bulging eyes. Everything in the way gets obliterated to non-existence.

It started in China, then to Korea and Japan, and all the way across Europe and America. And we have no idea where they will appear next.

Although India was the first country to start work on a serum of sorts to combat the monsters, but it didn't progress well. The latest study in Russia showed signs of a most unlikely weapon against these deadly sea creatures. They seem to fear a certain low-frequency noise broadcasted at a medium-intensity level. It is said that these piercing sounds could affect their ability to reproduce. Exposed in mega doses, these alien marine species will be dealt with ruptures of plasma membranes. Causing them severe damage starting with a balance and spatial disorientation, leading to paralysis and an eventual death.

Now they will have to quickly find a way to deliver substantial exposure to the... wait, I hear some screaming on the streets outside this fortified lab in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

I will now publish this first, before I go check on the situation. If I do not return, you will at least have a clue as to the development in our fight against these... whatever they are. Okay, I've got to hurry. The screaming's getting nearer. They're at the door.