As the monk rang six notes on the gong in the garden, six holy figures single-filed into the room, their long hair and silken robes of many hues flowing together as they moved. The only sounds aside from the now-fading sixth note of the gong were the stream tinkling outside of the window and the…
Category: fiction
#FF — A scout finds her purpose
The Belafonte was rounding Cape Horn, headed back to Pescespada Island, when Vikram called out to Pelé, “You’re not going to believe what I’m seeing!” Pelé joined Vikram at the underwater observation porthole; his eyes grew wide as he gasped. “Go get Steve and everybody!” Soon the entire crew was gathered around, agog. Were they…
#FFFC 76 — War Wounds
After the war left, memories of those now gone remained. Not only the dozens she knew and loved who were killed or died, but the dismembered and maggot-chewed corpses lining ditches wherever she walked. In the light of day they receded into the mists under the shadows of trees. But as the sun followed its…
#FF — Heavy Metal
At age four, Timmy rarely spoke. From the many crayons, he chose only blue to do his scribbles. He seemed tuned out and didn’t make eye contact. Sometimes he spontaneously tantrummed. Maya sought help. Conventional opinions and treatments ranged from his being an idiot that needed confinement; to he would grow out of it so…
What do you see # 39 — Vermin
Voraciously consuming as much and as quickly as I can. Everything is fair game for my appetite. Regrets? I don’t know the meaning of the word. Me me me; I’m the center of attention, Instinctively and incorrigibly driven to dominate. Never going to stop. One of us will fall. Humans or Earth. Sadje is the…
#FFFC 75 — Virtualicide
I met him at the all-inclusive dude ranch resort during my 30-day free trial membership in the virtual reality platform. He was everything I was looking for in a cowboy and we made plans to go out riding the next day. I rode a golden palomino and he rode an Arabian stallion out through the…
Thursday Inspiration 65 — Bugs & Trix
She was sitting at the Carrot Juice Bar, a pretty little thing with a silky brown coat and the softest ears he’d ever seen. The way her nose twitched was just right, and her sultry eyes were like milk chocolate, liquid and warm. Bugs’ right foot started thumping despite his efforts to stay cool. He…
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