Sunday, January 30, 2022

Fight Fire With Fire

Wintersweet


"I have a dragon."
"I have a dragon too."
"My dragon is bigger than yours."
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is."
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is."
"Stop it," shouted the father from the living-room.
"Mine can spit fire."
"Spit? Haha. Mom says that's rude."
"No, it's not, not in dragons."
"Yes, it is."
"No, it isn't!"
"Stop it now."
Two seconds of silence.
"Your dragon's pooping fire."
"No, it's not."
"Then... what's that?"
"It's... It's... He had chili, so there."
This time, silence lasted longer. One of the kids sulked while the other wondered if dragons really ate chili.

Sunday, January 23, 2022

Pick One

Roche

"Pick one," he said, looking at the box with small dividers. "They are seeds."
Seeds always have this promise of a future in them, she thought.
"I choose these. Are they poisonous?"
"No! They are berries, I think."
She smiled again. She could fall in love with him, she thought.
"I don't know how long they'll take to grow."
She nodded.
Years later, the bush was still there. She had no idea what kind of berries they were but she never touched them.
He did. Needless is to say that he never saw the plant grow.
Temptation is a bitch.

Sunday, January 16, 2022

Even

Pure Dreams


She inhaled. Ah, coffee.
The nice librarian had suggested the book "Moving On".
How appropriate. Her husband was having an affair.
When she returned the book, she found out that her husband was having an affair with none other than the nice librarian.
Good thing she had also picked up "How to Get Rid of Your Old Life". Lots of interesting advice in it, including a few radical methods of... getting rid of your old life.
Books are extraordinary, and so are libraries.
Nice librarians... not as much. At least, not this one! But even that problem had been solved.

Sunday, January 9, 2022

Overexposed

Kronbelt

The lighthouse stood by the bay, small waves hitting it softly.
The carcass of a boat rocked back and forth, a warning flag still swaying in the wind.
They had been overexposed to that gas, the one coming from the barrels tossed in the water at high sea. They tried to sail away as fast as they could. But it was only a matter of seconds.
People came onboard. They said no, don't come here. But they did anyway.
And now, the lighthouse stood by the bay, small waves hitting it softly, with no one to take care of it.

Sunday, January 2, 2022

Don't Push Me

 

LEA 13 Cica Ghost

I am a good mother. I always knew what was good for you. But you never accepted what I said. I always pointed out your faults. That's how you learn. I never praised you because that wouldn't teach you anything. And that day when you wanted to hug me and I was horrified. A hug? Don't push me. And you had that pathetic look on your face. I am a good mother. You came out alright, except for not accepting my orders. You were always stubborn. Now you're indifferent. And we don't talk. Yeah, it's all your fault... your fault.
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