Sunday, September 29, 2019

Net

Wintersweet

No one had ever seen such a gigantic bug. The Mayor met with the police to come up with a plan. There was panic in town. And then came the models. The bug's wings flapped and flapped, creating a swoosh that made every aspiring model in town shake their manes. The others looked perplexed. The town was on the verge of collapse and they struck poses? Suddenly, the bug flapped its wings faster and everyone ran for shelter. Well, not the models. The bug flapped away, while the models waved their arms in the air. No one saw them again!

Sunday, September 22, 2019

Void

Wintermoon

Tell us a story.”
They shifted in their seats. The idea was to listen to stories at the beach, not tell stories, people thought.
Just any story.”
People tiptoed away.
The host waited. It was such a nice day.
Come, have a seat here.”
Everyone left except for a little girl.
Do you have a story to tell?”
The little kid nodded and pointed at a scar on her chest. It was huge.
She smiled and said "But I still have my heart in here!"
"That's a great story," said the host, thinking it was all worth it after all.


Sunday, September 15, 2019

Dresser

Wintersweet


"This is not a dresser. It's a cupboard."
The seller tried to convince her that it was a dresser, a modern dresser, a modern looking dresser. The seller talked a lot. He also smiled a lot. No, he sneered. That made her uncomfortable. He tried to convince her that the shelf standing next to the supposed dresser belonged to the package although it looked completely different. In fact, it wasn't a shelf at all. It was a coat rack.
She didn't appreciate being tricked.
It was difficult to stuff all the pieces of the seller inside his stupid modern dresser.

Sunday, September 8, 2019

Furrow

Home

Something was different. She could feel it. She turned the pages slowly, trying to figure out what was going on. She couldn't see any difference, but she knew something had changed. Then, suddenly, she turned to page 22 and there it was. A whole paragraph was different. It had nothing to do with the rest of the story. She frowned. She turned to page 23. Everything looked fine. She turned back to page 22. The paragraph was gone. She slammed the book shut and put it back on the shelf. The writing demons were out again. And so it started.

Sunday, September 1, 2019

Halfway

Octoberville


The priest stared at a silent room packed with anxious people. Suddenly, a truck arrived. Three men, heavily armed, entered the room. Halfway through the aisle, one of them raised his gun and fired a totally unnecessary warning shot. The crowd remained in silence. “Everybody out.” They stood up and walked quietly. “Where are you taking them?” asked the priest. “None of your business.” When the crowd got to the truck, the three men had disappeared. The priest drove the vehicle down a ravine a few miles away. They had bought some time to run and now they had guns.