…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.
…wherein two gentlemen have a bit of fun… … More Microfiction Monday #6: Footsteps
…wherein Razim is stuck… Razim never once passed a chance to complain that he never had enough time to do all he wanted to, and so it was quite a surprise that when time froze one day, he had no use for it. To his credit though, it wasn’t just time that froze, his body … More Microfiction Monday #5: Frozen.
…wherein Swabri has a train to catch… Swabri was an impetuous man, and for good reason too, or at least he convinced himself so. He’d grown disenchanted with life in the city. More to the point, he felt his life was headed nowhere. This, in a city that roared and sped past him at every … More Micro-fiction Monday #3: The 8 O’clock Train.
…wherein Kagame gets a new side mirror… Kagame had a rocky week and he complained as much to his confidant Rambo. “It all started when I damaged my car’s side mirror and replaced it.” He nudged his head towards the new mirror. “First day I used it, I saw a monster rushing towards me, a … More Microfiction Monday #2: Objects In The Mirror.
“First, the North Pole went South, metaphorically and literally. The poles just swapped. The Eskimo community of the North were incensed.” … More Micro-Fiction Monday #1