Microfiction
Spray the Day Away
In the Wilmington, Delaware gallery hung the simple work. It showed a calendar with the date December 25 in large, bold, black Helvetica typeface and a huge red X that sliced through it. Spray paint dripped. The artist, Camille Dott, had been bombing walls and tagging bridges until she figured she could one day be featured in an art gallery.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
"Modern Reunion Under the Banyan Tree"
Reunion Beneath the Banyan Tree It had been ten years aback academy ended. Activity had taken me on a adventure I never expected. I formed hard, austere the UPSC exams, and now captivated a government job. But alike with aggregate I had achieved, I couldn’t balloon her—the quiet, academic babe from my academy canicule in Montfort School, Manjampatti, Trichy. Back in school, I was the chic clown—always arise jokes, absent during lessons, or accepting scolded by teachers. Anybody knew me. She, on the added hand, was the opposite. Silent, focused, and so disregarded that abounding agents didn’t alike apperceive her name. Yet, I noticed her. Every day, I’d glance at her, acquisitive she wouldn’t bolt me staring. She looked so simple, yet beautiful, abnormally afterwards her glasses.
By Say the truth 2 years ago in Fiction
Bunny's Regular
"Go on," she nudged him with a toe, "Have a drink with me. Just one. Please?" She grinned. He drank in her polished blue toenails. She didn't wear stilettos anymore, not here in the booth anyway. She didn't like them and didn't want to wear them, so she shucked them the moment the curtain swung behind her.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Events are Developing. Top Story - December 2024.
Arlo blew dust off the top of the old cardboard sneaker box; the orange and black design was scuffed and fading. The dust lit up in the rays of early morning light like a crashing wave of sunburst as it scattered into nothingness. He coughed into a fist.
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Fiction
Phantom Hands
Water dripped from the faucet. It dispensed as if in a rush and then, like transparent globules of crystal, it cascaded down the sink. Foamy white strands of soap then gathered behind it. Whiteness coated the marble sink. Arker Strait rinsed and found a towel. Then, his hands disappeared.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
