…wherein everyone seeks the same thing… That morning Sami woke up craving blueberry pie but felt a bit of angst as he looked into his wallet and noticed the five dollar bill. The lonely octogenarian spent the rest of the morning frantically looking around town for a possible benefactor of his small fortune. The first … More Microfiction #15: The Prohibition
Late to the party are you? You can still read part one/two here and here. Part Three: Darn Them All Darn all these secret government buildings with their fifty cameras in every hallway or room. Darn them to heck with their keycard doors everywhere. Give me a lock any day, I’ll have it open within … More The Order of The Forgers (A microfiction Series)
Looking for part one? It’s over here! Part Two: The Girl Her voice carries the softness of a feather on silk. Her aura is that of a sunset on a tidally locked planet. Perpetual, haunting, notoriously hard to tear yourself away from, as if the key to its liberation lay in the sharing of … More The Order of The Forgers (A microfiction Series)
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
…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.