Fast Fiction On-the-Go
The gravel crunched under his feet as he ran. Each impact was heavier than the last. His breath came in desperate, reaching gasps that roared in his ears. The air felt like fire in his lungs. Despite each breath filling them to capacity, his lungs felt empty of oxygen and filled[…]
Read moreDeep inside a dark forest, hidden at the end of a secret path lies a little house all covered in ancient vines and cast in the shade of a large mushroom. Inside this mysterious dwelling, lives a little old lady, whose actual age is only known by the stars and[…]
Read moreSoft red hair complimented the sunlight shimmering across her subtle frame with a fragrance like sweet roses. And I remember the time we were kicked out of as cinema. We ran away laughing on a hot summers night and ate cold ice-cream on the lonely midnight shore. The oceans rolled[…]
Read more“It’s all gone wrong and I don’t want it anymore.” The speaker is a well-dressed gentleman standing before me. While it is hard to tell his age, he is certainly not young. Yet, somehow, this enhances his sharply chiselled features and clear sky-blue eyes. He is a leader with vision,[…]
Read moreWhat if I told you that it was all true? Everything. What if every thought you ever had was true? What if every screaming fanatic’s religious belief was true? What if every twisted scientist’s theory was true? What if every dark murderer’s fantasy was true? Every hazy daydream, every fleeting[…]
Read more“The leaf falls but once to the ground,” the old monk said slowly, picking his words as he cast his gaze across his students. They all sat cross-legged on the floor before him, their orange robes and shaved heads blurring into one attentive crowd. Later that year one of his[…]
Read moreIt glanced out from the small slit under the bed. Everything was quiet and calm. In the dark bedroom, it could still faintly see the seashell pattern on the walls and the form of the toy figurines scattered around in the corner. Outside the window, a tree branch swayed quietly in an[…]
Read moreThe jungle has its own life: dark and steamy, wet and clammy. It clings to me like a haunting, primal image that I will remember for years to come in the warm, dry and safe comfort of my home. My home that is far, far away. If I survive the jungle.[…]
Read moreTime shifts. And time shifts again. Reality snaps back like nothing changed at all. Almost nothing. Overhead cars flow like shooting stars with the neon night, dark and crisp around me. I am cold, but it is not the night air that makes me shiver. I am standing on an[…]
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