Ellipse

Machinima Open Studio Project - LEA 20

A typical equation.. it’s periphery from two fixed points… conic section… intersection, and the kid’s eyes wandered outside, out into the blue, a line barely visible dividing two worlds, just like the axis that cut the surface of the cone, or so he thought. A blur of sounds, a blur of words, and a blur of concepts invaded his imagination alive with wondrous beings that flew outside the window, barely visible, in the periphery of the boat by the shore and the lonely tree in the yard. The surface of the lake was the soft scaled skin of his dragon, forever waiting for him outside. The ellipse is a circle and he flew above the lake, holding on tight to those blue wings, two worlds merged in a dream of elliptic journeys.

Writer's Dash

The Monster Inside

BWC Village

Sometimes there’s a feeling that makes the mind stray away. He flipped a coin. The break-up was so sudden and most of all foolish. Heads. He would look her up and make amends. Valentine’s was coming up and it seemed to be the right moment. She would be impressed and would leap into his arms, an open smile on her beautiful face. When he showed up at her door, a rose in hand, she had already moved on. She was going out with someone else. His mind roamed away once more, this time desperately trying to avoid the switch over.

100 Word Stories (Prompt: switch)

The Foreign Woman

Bridgetown

The touch of metal made her hands shake.
“Now, go back,” she gestured softly but assertively.
The child hesitated, held by the invisible hand of this vaguely dangerous situation he didn’t understand.
“It’ll be ok. Just go back,” she repeated.
The child obeyed. He never lost sight of the foreign woman knelt on the ground, her hands in the sand.

“That’s it.”
The bomb squad would come over and carefully defuse the device.
He would never see her again, but he wouldn’t forget her, the recollection of her blue eyes alive beneath the surface of his adult awareness of death. 

100 Word Challenge (Prompt: ... beneath the surface...)

A Flow of Darkness

Tim's Dreams - Romy Nayar

Look, look. They are coming.

All in black, a wave of shadows, they are coming. Run, run. And who is who and who is what, forever an agitation, a rush. It was time again, their hunger growing restlessly. They came in through the vortex, a flow of darkness, a mass of fearful attempts to strike back triggering a reaction of empowerment, that made them grow inside, the what growing inside, the who getting lost, forgotten, shaken away.

Run, run. But they were too fast, avid, raiding life, and forever hungry. Look. And no one looked at them. They took everyone, the young, especially the young.

They would come back one day, through the vortex again. There would be no one to tell the others, the future others. So, an incomprehensible sense of lunacy, a total lack of recollection, would point at the black wave of shadows once more and scream a muted warning. They would struggle to survive, oblivious of the eminent and inevitable loss of who they were, unaware of what they’d become.

FFW 365 Day Challenge

Mirror

Whispering Wind

On the wall, a recollection, while outside the winter snow smoothed the edges of a harsh land. They wore masks, the excitement of an impossible mystery, a nostalgic gathering of times past. Carnival thrills and fears, a daring touch beyond the expected. They danced all night, two strangers who could have not been closer, closer than lifelong friends. The anonymity coated their peace wrapping their inhibitions, opening thresholds of boldness they would’ve never have dared cross. A caress turned into a mirrored dance of soft shadows reflected on the walls. The masks would always remind her of that remarkable night.

Writer's Dash

Black

Tim's Dreams - Romy Nayar

“Don’t touch the button, Cindy,” commanded Tommy to his cousin.

“Why not?”

“You’ll be sucked into that keyhole,” he pointed at the pantry door.

“What’s inside the keyhole?”

“A box…” Tommy was enjoying this.

“What’s inside the box?”

“A black hole,” Tommy replied.

“What’s in the black hole?”

Tommy thought nothing, but reconsidered, because Cindy was full of questions these days.

“You…”

Cindy giggled.

“How can I be there if I am here?”

“Black magic…”

That’s when Cindy pressed the button.

“Where’s Tommy?”asked her aunt when she realized the kids were too silent.

“In the black hole… perhaps with me.” 
100 Word Stories