I pricked the tip of my index finger this morning just as I was heading out the door, and as the blood gushed forth I considered calling in to work: "Hi, I'm going to be a little late. There's this European fairy tale and, long story short, I need to sleep in for 100 years and be awakened by a prince's kiss. Them's the rules!"
My name is Nasreen. I write micro essays, one-liners, and other small things. Most of them were funny at some point, at least to me.