Archives mensuelles : mars 2014

Micro-fiction 05: Ecstasy

Thud. Thud. Thud. Boom. Thud. Thud. Thud. Best party ever. This is awesome. I’m so fucking happy! Hi! You’re beautiful! I love your shoes! Thank you! Be right back. Thud. Thud. Thud. Boom. The washrooms!?!? How far!?!? I need the … Lire la suite

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Micro-fiction 04: Anguish

These photos. A party. Everyone looks so happy. Someone’s birthday. Everyone looks so happy. Why didn’t I have a big happy birthday party? Assholes! These clothes. This furniture. Honestly! It’s so pretty. Like someone tailor-made this room for me. It’s … Lire la suite

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Micro-fiction 03: Happenstance

Just what the apartment needed. A beautiful, welcoming, green, leafy plant. A plain but noble Neanthe Bella. A little life around here. Some company. And she spoke to the plant every day because they told her this would help it … Lire la suite

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Micro-fiction 02: Relativity

It was all there, of course. The dresses and the jewellery and the furs and the fancy cigarette cases. All of the beautiful things attached to the dream-like days and the smoke-filled salon where we gathered. The sewing machine. The … Lire la suite

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Micro-fiction 01: Circumstance

The bus was late, the wind was cold, the shelter was useless, but then He arrived. “Hello” was all he said. But this was more than ever before. I fainted inside. The bus arrived. I sat near the back and … Lire la suite

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Write of passage

The Sun is enormous and powerful and huge in the sky and unobstructed and shining its rays directly on Me. I obey. I respond fully with face tilted up. I remain motionless in a trance-like state. I absorb. This is … Lire la suite

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Procrastination at it’s finest

It is the second day of Spring and I have woken to a fresh, thin cover of pristinely white snow that at another time of year like the middle of winter I would discover and marvel at how it’s so … Lire la suite

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