Category: Flash Fiction
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I was in an Azerbaijan tea house at the shore of the Caspian Sea. The house was soft in texture and made of orange wood and white curtains. I went to a large window facing the slow, curved road and looked out. The water was the deepest green blue, like…
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I was the man beyond the veil, and I was upside down in sunlight, so it seemed. A crystal-clear river of icicle vibes sparkled in that light to my left. A grassland to my right. Broken people with backpacks and real live monkeys on their shoulders wandered through traffic unaware…
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+ 500 or Less, Astrophysics, Creative Writing, Ethereal, Experimental, Flash, Flash Fiction, Other Places+
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A wore down astronaut sits on a shaved concrete pillar in a lost city of ruins Bent metal, piles of rubble A canvas of destruction and idiocy He takes off his helmet and his Halloween mask And breathes the suspicious air Remnants of space stir in his head Different planets,…
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The mathematics of the cactus are all a conflagration, graduation to a higher pot and seed and someone please, crush the coma bones inside of me. Look, don’t stop, don’t struggle in the web; let it simply fall away from you as you lie still and quiet in your unending…
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Now what? He was lying still in the afternoon bed. There was the sound of a blizzard slamming its way through, even though it was March and officially spring. He went to his desk of confusion and filled out some lottery slips. He had been to the National Archives of…
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I went to get a haircut today but instead I got cut by the jabberwocky of life. I never even got to the place because of a traffic jam and chaos. There was some idiot bigot parade going on and things got out of hand. I saw police in riot…
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What is wrong with me, I wonder. There is this desert of thought. Dry sand blown by the wind tossed about all whimsical and deceitful. It moves like purple gravy in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. I think I may have forgotten how to write in cursive. No one…
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I was in some village in Georgia The buildings were of white brick with black trim The luscious homes of the neighborhood so enviable People were casually milling about Momentarily enjoying their lives Talking, laughing, smiling Swinging shopping bags with materialistic glee But then the people were frantically scattering There…
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+ Baseball bat, Breakfast restaurant, Cell phones, French toast, Georgia, Jalapenos, Shopping, Tragedy+
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 