I opened the door and was showered in light, almost like a reflex, no, Precisely as a reflex I squinted. Deep, deep breath. The sky is so blue, too much, with not a single cloud in sight. A reflex to the reflex the door was closed again. It was beautiful but, Just not for me.
Tag: Flash Fiction
When I open my eyes I can’t help but wonder how much was a dream, how much was reality and how much was imagination. There are differences, however subtle, however prominent, in each of those. But the main point is, When I open my eyes I wonder how much of what I had seen was … Continue reading Sonic. Sonic. Nurse. Thursday.
I wake up, rubbing my eyes. When I stand my body feels... alright actually. The problem is not in my muscles, it’s not in my bones, and still it is somewhere on the borderline of tangible. It’s hard to tell exactly what it is, morning coffee doesn’t help, same with a few push-ups. Thinking nothing … Continue reading Mourning Coffee
Nikki, I should have let you know. As a worm I kept moving too... What...? What did I mean to find. I’m sorry, Even now I’m being too self-centered aren’t I? But, I’m sorry... It’s just that too many parts of me want to crawl to where you are. Only then, through the mud and … Continue reading w(O)rm
Black. The scene that spreads before me is unbelievably black. The kind of clichéd black that makes you feel disconnected from being unable to see even your own nose. To see is to recognize as existing. Then. Am I not? In here, Is my existence null? Questions. Just questions with no answer. -Excerpts from a … Continue reading 6.13.17
And her teeth sank into me, Deep, deep into me. What flowed instead of blood? I… Couldn’t tell, I couldn’t quite tell what it was. Tell me, Please… I need to know.