Part One A perfectly rational individual spends dinner with friends, shares his day’s misadventures with them and laughs heartily at every joke they throw in, but only six hours later is discovered wandering the streets, carrying a bazooka and laughing like a maniac. Wouldn’t you say that is the very definition of rapid decline? Of … More The Tormented
Part One: In Deplorable Company. ‘This is a secured government building. How did you break in?’ He’s in full control of this conversation. It ebbs and rises as he sees fit. He alternates between using his tongue or his fists to communicate. I in turn respond well within my disposition with silence, grunts of pain … More The Order Of The Forgers (A microfiction series)
There was a clock. Ticking and tocking. Tick, tick, tock, tick. He couldn’t see it, but it certainly was there, constantly. Tock, tock, tick. It ticked whenever he did something good, like that time he helped the sickly old lady cross the road and she thanked him by telling him he had a very special … More Microfiction #14: Origins
(Fair warning ahead, parts of this piece describe a scene that might make your stomach queasy) There are some subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) nuances that define as a people. Cornerstones of our society, so to speak. Tiny, often easily overlooked actions we do for others, things we say that bring a feel-good atmosphere … More We Can Lose Much More…
…wherein curious meetings take place in the witching hour… Two men stood in the middle of the park, wrapped by the darkness of night. One was tall and lean, the other conspicuously rotund. I spotted them on my way home, having stayed late at work, and took my time to observe them from a position … More Microfiction Monday #13: The Meet.
…wherein dissent is punished… In her defense, she hadn’t meant to do it, or rather she hadn’t done it consciously. The dust bin just happened to be there, at the supermarket’s exit and she extended her arm and threw the receipt inside. There was no thought to the action, just a habitual reflex. Which is … More Microfiction Monday #12: Receipt
…wherein the professor advances his plan… ‘I think I’ve finally cracked it Sam.’ The professor said to the silicon bust sat on the study table in his library. The weather outside was dreary and windy but it was not raining, though a storm appeared to be brewing on the horizon. While it didn’t serve as … More Microfiction Monday #11: Life-Size.
…wherein they make themselves known… ‘Ground Control to SS Madura, please respond.’ Mike breathed into the microphone once more, the words growing wearier each time he said them. The SS Madura was presently somewhere between Earth and Mars. The crew on board had stopped transmitting a few minutes ago following a loud crashing noise which … More Microfiction Monday #10: Encounter.
…wherein a new home is made… ‘Don’t worry buddy, you’ll get used to it.’ Father promised his son. ‘But it’s too empty and too…noisy.’ The son criticized the vastness of their new home, and the echoes that bounced off the walls. ‘It’s only as empty as we let ourselves imagine it. See that spot? We … More Microfiction Monday #9 : Adjusting.
…wherein this story gets a cliché title… … More Microfiction Monday #7: The New Trend Kills.
A toyota canter is parked on a street in Kawangware carrying the newest wheat flour product to enter the market. We’re sitting inside, the driver and I, while the loader, or ‘turnboy’ in more common euphemisms, totters lazily about the lorry, bored . The salesman am tasked with training to use this software for sales … More Kawangware…