Throne

Whispering Wind

The Christmas tent was located at the perfect snowy forest clearing.

Happy children lined up to see Santa.

The ice throne, however, started to melt quickly. Santa shifted in his seat.

The children looked at him, their eyes bulging.

“Who turned the cooling machine off,” yelled someone at the back.

All the kids looked in horror when Santa crashed to the floor.

All, but one. He looked at Santa and said "You're a disgrace."

Santa couldn't believe the cheekiness. "And you're a... a..."

"Thrones are for those who deserve them," said the kid, walking away as if he were royalty.

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Broken

Winter Moon

No one looked at her, sprawled on the floor, holding a bottle of beer, one of many, too many.

Everyone walked away, tiptoeing over her legs to avoid stepping on her.

Nothing mattered anymore, she thought in her drunken stupor.

Everything was part of the past, her success, her laughter, her happiness.

She belonged nowhere. Just nowhere. It was over.

Fragmented thoughts of everywhere she had been crossed her mind. The countries, the cities, gallery after gallery, so many she had forgotten most, the media, photographs and interviews.

She sneered. Autographs...

To think she worried about autographs...

Broken, so broken.

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The F-word

Tierra de Fuego

Never say the F-word, her mother had told her when she was a child.

The day she boarded that plane, the prospective of enjoying two carefree weeks in the sun was all she could think about.

Halfway through the flight, a storm hit the plane. She felt like saying the F-word often, especially when the plane started diving uncontrollably. But she didn't.

When the pilot managed to control the plane again and they landed safely, she stepped out of the plane, calmly and composed, raised her arms and yelled FUCK YOU! Then she looked up and smiled "Oops! Sorry, Mom!"

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Sassy

Collins Land

The waves drowned the sound of a phone ringing. It rang for a minute. Then, it stopped. Later in the day, it rang again. The waves sloshed softly in the background.

The police sent search parties, geared up in white protective suits. They quarantined the small town, but the buildings were empty.

Then, the phone rang one last time. A policeman answered.

“Find them, I dare you. And find me too,” the voice cackled with laughter.

They did find them.

Years later, the waves returned to the shore what belonged on the shore.

They never found the cackling voice though.

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Coma

Hazardous

The stage was set. The jury was ready, the music chosen.

He still felt the taste of her mouth.

He cast a furtive glance at her. She ignored him.

They danced. And they won.

He still felt her body pressed against his.

The applause died down as they waved to the audience.

And she hurried away.

He could still feel the shape of her hand in his.

The recollection of her smile was vague though, so vague.

She was now a body fallen into a deep slumber.

The stage was set. The jury was ready. 

But there was no music.

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