Microfiction
Interview Room One
"What d'you think, Sarge?" He checks his watch. "Let him stew a bit longer." I look into Interview Room 1 at Xel'thkar tapping his long, spindly fingers on the table. They're a little bulbous at the ends. He doesn't look like he's stewing, but it's hard to tell.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Good Ol’ Quality Time
Birthday presents were never my thing, to me the concept was all materialistic and no meaning. If anything, I preferred sentimental gifts; quality time was always better than stuff. But when my buddy texted me saying that something was arriving at my apartment later, I groaned.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Fiction
Extra D. Content Warning.
She scrutinises herself in the mirror. Has she done well enough smoothing away her flaws? The thought of what this evening promises warms her from her scalp to the deepest, most secret part of her belly. It drowns any guilt she feels about Martin, who thinks she's going to a movie night with her girlfriends.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Rumination
Greyscale paints my view with as much enthusiasm as the death that grips my mind. The cars continue to release a deep gray fog that blends into the toxicity already present. The bench beneath my existence thaws and dampens but is a feeling I add to the list of those I bury deep. I try not to feel it.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Fiction
