Microfiction
Nefall
Roughly speaking the Japanese written on the headstone in the small Tokyo graveyard translated as follows. Here lies Shinzo Ito, the man who never fell. Born Oct. 29, 1900, died Sept. 3, 1981. Shinzo is believed to be the only adult on planet earth who never once, from the time of his first steps as a toddler in Nagasaki, to the time of his death in Tokyo, fell out of control down to his knees or worse. He was not a particularly athletic man, nor was he particularly clumsy. He was not particularly intelligent, nor unusually dull. He was not extremely handsome, nor was he considered ugly. He was not rich, nor was he ever poor. In fact, he was average in almost every measurable way, but for one, he never fell once in his life; from the day he drew his first breath to the day he breathed his last, dying peacefully in his sleep at age 81, after lying down under his own power to go to sleep for the night. Shinzo died unaware of his amazing accomplishment. His wife reported that his last words whispered to her as he fell asleep the night of his passing were, goodnight honey, I love you. Shinzo is survied by his wife Anyi, two adult children Akira and Akima and three grandchildren all of whom, like every other adult human known to exist on planet earth, have fallen at least once in their lives.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Fiction
Sensi-tivo
When hanging out with people, play on words are bound to come about naturally. Some times words come about as a way of not having to say something directly. A way of avoiding something uncomfortable or gross, an example being who-ha when speaking with children. Sometimes these words take on lives of their own and transform along with those creators that coined them. As we age our childhood stomachs of steel turn more particular. We begin to actually have to judge if somethings we use to love are actually good ideas and worth it. Some restaurants are delicious going down, but less friendly coming out. There is a hilarious scene in 2 Weeks notice dealing with an RV to illustrate my point. So what started as a way for my husband and I to share a state of being slowly became so much more. The word slowly took on a life of it's own becoming context specific. We threw it around so loosely it started to define genre of movies. Specifically hallmark and lifetime movies. However, I'd use it for commercials so touching they made me cry. My husband would look over and be laughing at how a commercial could move me to tears. It became the excuse used to explain why we'd be on our phone doimg other things during shows. Although I'm sure we can not take credit for the creation of the individual parts of the word. I think we can take credit for it's use in certain given contexts. It is no wonder there are so many words that mean so many different things to different cultures, families and individuals. Here are some short stories that explain a world without our use of the word. Lolly and Ben were in a car on the way home from their favorite Mexican food restaurant. Lolly just ate a whole seafood burrito. "Ben can you drive a little faster." "No Lolly, there's a cop" "Ugh, my stomach hurts" "what kind of pain, is it serious? Do you need to go to a hospital?!" "No, just uncomfortable." "jesus Lolly, you had me scared." "Oh no" "What" If only Lolly had something better to say. Next scenario.... "Ben there is a new Christmas movie." "Lolly, I think it's a lifetime one." "Okay" She continues to put it on. "No, like a hallmark", he says. "So what are you saying?" ""Well, just, it's mid day. Is that what you really want to watch?" "Why are you speaking in code and asking me when I ask you?! So you dont?" "Well the acting is, you know, I'm not sure its right for right now?" "So, no than?" "Nevermind it's fine." ..... "You wanted to watch this Lolly and you're not even watching." "Well you know, its so predictable, we both know what the script has planned." Ben rolls his eyes. If only they had, had a word to help better explain easily what they were trying to say. Thank goodness this will never happen to any of us. Sent from my Galaxy
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
Equivalootitus
Yellowed paper scuttled erratically across the crowded park of vagabonds, and the lithe blond-haired woman followed. Unlike the previous year's success, Fashion Week in Central Park highlighted trendy stained clothes with a sundry of iridescent patches accessorized with vicarious animalistic body odors. The crumbled newspaper brushed into a picnic table displaying canned vegetables, sardines, a sprouted potato, and a tin of Beanee Weenees.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
Receptasordiumpyra
Sabine. The dark period from 2021 to 2023 and, sadly, still going strong is Sabine’s Receptasordiumpyra phase of life. Unenviable, unrelenting and a span of time in life that would have brought many weaker than Sabine to the brink of madness and possibly with their toes hanging so sadly but hesitantly over the edge of a tall bridge.
By Kimberly Satriale3 years ago in Fiction
Guilt by Episemectomy?
Mental health treatment has come a long way in the decades since neurosurgeons developed a means to resect memories. Advances in MRI technology have allowed for pinpoint isolation and excision of specific traumatic memories in the hippocampus, providing PTSD patients instant and permanent relief that no other treatment could.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Fiction
CraboKarenSyndronimous
They are the people sadly labeled as "Karens" by the internet and social media community. Yet sadly, they are suffering from a recently recognized affliction that is spreading throughout the world. The World Health Organization documented an alarming number of these "Karens" as the world's communities change.
By Jason Morton3 years ago in Fiction
