Fiction
Flash fiction, short stories, micro fiction, poems. Here’s everything I’ve ever written that deserved to see the light of day.
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The Indifferent Universe Rolled On
Flash-fiction Sean gazed at the sky and wondered if it all really did matter. Above him, rolling over the gloomy, grey expanse, the black thunderclouds boomed. Below him, the sleepy earth hummed noiselessly. In front, the forest stood silent vigil, as dismal and inscrutable as ever. A crow cawed. A raven took flight. A dove died in a distant city. One of the rats escaped a keen cat. One of the rats did not. A venomous snake bit a human. ...
Kumejima Station
Flash Fiction Kumejima station. Well past midnight. Cold, dreary, bright. Bright. Brighter than it ever needs to be. It’s quiet. The kind of quiet you get when a behemoth structure designed for the rush and reverberations of a flood of hundreds of thousands of people echoes only with the hushed bustle of thousands of people. The kind of diluted quiet of a giant stadium that is not quite empty but acres away from its intended capacity. The kind of unexpected ...
Tears
In the universe, Two eyes. In those two eyes, Two balls of glistening tears. In those two balls of glistening tears, The universe
Cold Fire
Short Story / Post Apocalyptic I moved my hands through the blue, papery flames. The desert sun was blistering overhead in the brilliant desert sky, casting angry, yellow rays that baked the rough sand and us. The cold fire helped a bit. My eyes fluttered from object to insulating object before resting on the nomad sitting cross-legged on the insulating cloth floor of the tent. He was clad in the general nomad fashion, oily garments, thick-leather boots, a resilient yet ...
Fairy Lights
Flash Fiction I was supposed to be writing about the bright decorative lights hanging so festively on the roof of the neighboring apartment complex as if it was Christmas, and yet it is Christmas, but the lights aren’t meant for Santa Claus. Regardless, the pantone yellow fairy lights go well with the night and with the sleepy, green, rooftop plants. The moon. The spotted, reflective moon. There is something so inherent, so intrinsic, so human about the moon. It feels ...
Speaking to Stars
Flash Fiction / Sci-fi “Cat. Heimrick. Doom. Petals.” Bose stared morosely at the monitor screen. Thin wisps of sugary-sweet-coffee-vapor twirled up from his cup. Beep. Another message from a pulsar. “Lichtenstein.” Really, Lichtenstein? The star messages were getting out of hand- and the public just refused to buy it. He didn’t blame them; as a kid, he would have too. As a kid, star messages were his life, his adrenaline, his mission. He remembered reading every article, every paper; remembered ...
Touch Grass
Flash Fiction / Nature Therapy He is lying on his back, his posture defying his backbone. His left arm is tucked under his back, and he is clutching his new phone with his right, keeping it suspended mid-air. The screen is tilted downwards and he cranes his neck unnaturally to keep his eyes at level with it. His legs are askew, propped against the wall. The back of his head is rested on a jumble of sheets. There is a ...