thunderstruck.

After he woke up from the thunderstrike, he cut his neck with a knife. He shot his head with a shotgun. He hanged himself with the thickest rope. He crashed his car to a tree. Still, he lived. As an immortal man, he despised the creeping loneliness he always felt. He pleasured himself as he... Continue Reading →

brush strokes.

Last night, before I slept, my chest hurt as if I’d been shot instead of her. Today I go to the same, but abandoned castle, and I touch the stone brick walls. Two years ago, I could have just travel to Genevieve’s time of 1815 without trying. But since her original year of death in... Continue Reading →

house of stars.

My wife is still a beautiful woman. She’s bald and wears hospital gowns, but she’s a dove. Every night, she asks me to open the window to watch the stars. She tells me to look at those little lights when sorrow comes or my longing deepens. The week after she died, I sell our house... Continue Reading →

to drive.

She lived in order. She followed the manual book or read the instructions included in anything she bought. Her favorite section had always been the cautions. When I gave her a car as our anniversary gift, she asked me for the guidebooks, but I told her it was safe to drive an automatic. The ambulance... Continue Reading →

too much for beauty. (friday fictioneers).

One dull afternoon, Miranda turns on the television. The Golden Stone advertisement plays. “You are not yet beautiful, but you will be! Limited stocks!” The next day, Leona joins Miranda on her search for the product. The pharmacy has one stone left. “Rock, paper, scissors: whoever wins will have the stone,” said Miranda. As usual,... Continue Reading →

a white dress for your dark soul. (friday fictioneers).

“I’ll take this one, Miranda.” “How did you know my name?” “Try to remove the tag from your dirty clothes.” I didn’t like her tone. I folded the white dress and covered it with a brown paper—the one with dark prayers. “Enjoy the dress, miss.” Midnight rose and the candles burned. I kissed my dead... Continue Reading →

for once, just hear him out. (friday fictioneers).

“Sir, someone’s out there to kill...Sir!” My new, private jet’s door closes and I finally drown out the stubborn voice of Michael. He keeps insisting this issue. It is because I won the bidding for this jet, he said. Miles away from the ground, I open my laptop to review the report I will present,... Continue Reading →

listen to my own writing. (friday fictioneers).

After my second roll of tissue and third cup of black coffee, I sobbed again and raised my finger. A waiter approached me with a flash of concern around his eyes – I hated him. “Another roll and coffee, please.” Owen just stripped my skin when he told me he was the father of my... Continue Reading →

photographed above the head. (friday fictioneers).

Greetings! Below is my story for this week's challenge. Check out Ms. Rochelle's page for more information about this [week's] fun writings! Let's hammer this story! ----- "photographed above the head." We were treading the ocean through your handmade boat when you decided that I was only a hindrance in your ride to another island.... Continue Reading →

Run! Double Time! (Friday Fictioneers)

Greetings! Below is my story for this week's challenge. Check out Ms. Rochelle's page for more information about this fun writings! Let's hammer this story! ----- “Hurry!” As long as they are hungry, they will hunt for food; in particular, flesh. The survivors calmly fall in line although their lungs scream, “double time!” to the... Continue Reading →

Humane Kitchen (Friday Fictioneers)

Greetings! Below is my story for this week's challenge. Check out Ms. Rochelle's page for more information about this fun writings! ----- photo this week from Raina Ng Nothing’s humane with our kitchen. Our herbs and spices were from the Earth and our utensils crafted from real stone. I loved them, but, tonight, I feared... Continue Reading →

Don’t Forget the Lizard (Friday Fictioneers)

Greetings! Below is my story for this week's challenge. Check out Ms. Rochelle's page for more information about this fun writings! ----- I could see the future—lapses of images in my vision. And I had to accept whatever it gave me, even if it killed me. This time, my house would explode three times with... Continue Reading →

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