Stories & Tales of Fiction

Suffocating

From since before I learned to speak, I found the act of living pointless. What was the point of moving your arms when your mother swaddled you tighter and made them go still?

[WIP] Fifty Fifty-Word Fictions

Currently a work in progress. The goal is to reach fifty 50-word prompts. 14/50 done.

A Modernized Prayer

Strange people who span the globe \ seek likeness from the same,  \ A network spun  \ A video done \ Share, subscribe, upload. 

A Time Passed

My strength has left my arms as shallow whims \ The void of my soul rejects the source of joy \ Which I had treasured more than any gem \ The freedom felt since childhood's breezy days

Hadrian the Bandit

It took only one day to recover from his injury, but several months to muster enough courage to step out of his room. His robes have ridiculously long sleeves that cover his hands, and a winding sash that coils thrice around the torso. Hadrian prefers loose pants for his legs to move freely. His current robes impart a flavor that is too effeminate and rich for his taste. He grew up in the streets fighting.

Thyme

Here’s a completely mundane story about the time Teresa made tea from thyme.

Grocery Store Parenting

Today I just witnessed something incredible.

To Choose Hell

Light spreads all around. I look at my hands, then at the people surrounding me, and notice there are no shadows. With perfect, otherworldly luminescence, we see creation as God intended. Everyone is naked, and each person is a dark notch compared to the light. Instinctively, we gravitate towards a spot. Legs walk, but there is no floor they touch. I head to a random direction, and after some time I stand still with the assembly, in a spot that I think is cozy. Next to my right side is a woman, and on my left, a dwarf that could be no more than 2 feet high. I’ve never seen any of these individuals, but I felt I knew them better than anyone I’ve met in life.