Photo by MarkusmitK@pixabay.com In 1999, when he was an infant, Zil and his family migrated backwards in time, to 1963. Now 20, he was ready to visit the time he was really from. As he surveyed what, only moments before, had been open fields and woodlands, in 2019 not a blade of grass was visible….
Category: fiction
dVerse — Kafka for Kids — Rilly Boo
“I do not see the world at all; I invent it.” –from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1923 Rilly Boo was a child who was born without eyes. But his fingers twice as long. In his crib, when they saw him, the nurses cried. Such a shame to be so wrong. What they didn’t know…
FFFC #33 — Mrs. Willow’s Journal
Mandy was a casual collector of old books, journals, and other written material. During one afternoon of book browsing, she happened across a large, burnished brown volume with buckled closures and a raised embossed labyrinth on the cover. As Mandy creaked it open, so too did the floorboards behind her creak with the presence of…
Thursday Inspiration 22 — The Lass on the Iron Horse Headed West
“I’ve been high, I’ve been low, I’ve been yes, and I’ve been oh, hell no! I’ve been rock ‘n roll and disco, Won’t you save me San Francisco?” –”Save me Sanfrancisco”, by Train Daddy done touched me one last time I thought as I hopped on the Western Line Curled in a boxcar with a…
#FF — Corrugated Pain
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll Corrugated pain She’d been confined in the spartan quarters for at least a month, maybe longer. The dark room offered nothing but time to think about what she’d done. Lying on the lifeless prison-grade mattress day after day, the only comfort came from light wiggling its way through the…
Twittering Tales #154 — Reverie
Photo by Tama66 at Pixabay.com A loyal shipping trunk’s reverie: How many ports have Tess and I met? How many sailors’ songs? How many dreams sailed with the wind? How many drowned in a storm? How many dresses packed away? How many lovers gone? Now tired & battered, How many more before we can rest…
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #104 — Oku
image link Oku, the great stone at the mouth of the river, had been an observer of her domain for centuries. She had seen such incredible things. In the spring, when the snow melted in the mountains, ice cold water came down on its way to the great lake and rushed over her. She felt…
