Sunday, August 14, 2022

Deal

 

Nighthaven

Millions. To sell him for millions. He wanted the millions. He wanted the fancy cars, the huge house, the yacht. He wanted the girls, the jewelry, the paparazzi. He wanted the interviews, the autographs.
Then the millions came and everything else along with it.
It was fun, at first.
When that creep jumped over his fence and held him and his family hostage for half a day, demanding the release of another creep from jail, it wasn't fun anymore.
He stopped playing football. He moved to the mountains to be free.
But he still kept the millions... just in case.
100 Word Stories

Saturday, August 6, 2022

Of Teeth and Such

 

Milk Wood

Screaming kids running throughout the house, trying to escape the evil toothbrush with that medicinal toothpaste from hell that tasted horribly. This is how I remember Aunt Ethel. She was relentless, always trying to brush everyone's teeth.
One day, she couldn't find any of us (we were hiding) and she walked outside, toothbrush in one hand and the damned toothpaste in the other, armed for a battle only she and us kids understood. But she just left, walked away and left.
That's why we all became dentists. Secretly, we hoped she'd come back to realize she now had an army.

Saturday, July 30, 2022

Cross Country


Pure Dreams

Taking the cross country path was a last minute decision. And it looked like it was the right thing to do.
It was lovely out there. The trees, the birds, the stars. They even found a pathway where all the trees had exotic colorful lamps, guiding them through.
In their oblivious enchantment, they reached the end of the pathway.
"Great, now we have to turn back..."
They didn't know it yet, but they didn't have to, no.
The light mist lifted slowly. It looked so magical, so beautiful.
When they noticed the copious amounts of skulls, it was too late.

Saturday, July 23, 2022

Pop

 

Gehena Vampire Clan


The cork popped.
"It's worth the wait," he said.
She smiled. Yes, two centuries.
"It'll taste sour at first."
She smiled. She didn't like sour.
"But the aftertaste will be sweet."
She nodded. She didn't like sweet either.
In fact, she didn't like anything except the taste of hatred.
Two centuries. And here he was, oblivious that he had betrayed her many moons ago.
She had used her powers to look different, more seductive.
That green bottle was somewhat beneath her, but it would have to do.
Perhaps then she would be able to taste something again. "Pop! And cheers!"

Camp NaNoWriMo July


Done. No Words is concluded and I will now proceed to the next phase, revising and editing.

This was a well needed step in a long healing process. No one will ever read it, except for one person (B.).

Onwards we go.

Saturday, July 16, 2022

Choke



The words “Drink me” were on the label. No one had ever ordered him to drink anything, except his mother when he was a child. She used to say, drink this but don't choke. Why would he choke?
He examined the liquid. Pink. Well, odd shades of green and blue usually demanded caution. But pink?
He shook the bottle. Might as well mix this properly.
He took a sip.
When he started choking, he thought of his mother and the way she would stare at him, waiting.
He knew that look would haunt him to the end of his days.

Saturday, July 9, 2022

Robot

China

The robot mixed the colors.
The robot tilted its head left and right, as he'd seen humans do. Somehow, that felt important.
And the landscape appeared on the canvas. Blacks and blues and whites and a house. The water was so dark the painting turned into night.
The robot paused. Why did the night sneak in? He wanted a bright day of blues and whites and... The black. It was the black.
The night looked nice too. But... A splash of white here and there and...
The robot tilted its head left and right. If he could, he would smile.

Tuesday, July 5, 2022

Camp NaNoWriMo July 2022

 

Cover photo by Engin Akyurt

Camp NaNoWriMo is upon us again. It's such a cliché, but time does fly.

This July, I'll write a personal account of the path I have been treading for the past few years. It has not been easy and it's now time to exorcize those demons, trap them and keep them locked up. Writing is a wonderful way to understand things happening around me and, finally, accepting that I am doing my best.

Let the writing begin!


Sunday, July 3, 2022

Bleak

 

Milk Wood


"My computer isn't working properly. The USB socket is all messed up. And there's a koala wallpaper that is driving me crazy. I need this fixed asap. That's what I'm paying you guys for."
"Certainly. What's your address? I'll send assistance over immediately."
"Assistance? I can't answer the door. I'm in the pool. The doctor told me to meditate for half an hour in the pool every day."
"Perhaps after the meditation?"
"No, I have a major function later on."
"Tomorrow? After tomorrow? Any day in the future?"
"Are you being snarky with me, young man?!"
The future is bleak.

Sunday, June 26, 2022

Blocker

Mystical Falls

"The bike?"
"Yes! She took it. She says the oddest things. She listens to what I say and reorganizes everything in her head only to spit out sentences filled with hatred. And she says one thing one day to say the exact opposite the next, but swearing she never ever said what she said first. She is crazy. So, I blocked her. There."
"I wasn't talking about her. And I said blocker, not block her."
"Oh... Well, I suppose I'm a pop-up blocker then. She won't pop up in my life again, that's for sure. Sadly, neither will my bike."

Sunday, June 19, 2022

Anywhere

Majesterium

Anywhere was a town in the middle of nowhere. Life was tough.
One day, a stranger came into town. They didn't like strangers.
"Anywhere a man can sleep around here?" He asked.
No one answered.
The next day, he was gone and he never came back.
However, he left a thank you note and a stone."Bury it."
And they did.
A year later, they heard some noises, dug up the stone, but it had disappeared. Instead, they found a tunnel with thousands of precious stones.
The... stone... had hatched and people began to think that perhaps strangers weren't always bad.