The Greengrocer washed his hands in cabbage juice every morning; It gave his skin that crisp yet supple flavour one looks for in a father figure. He had hoped this would improve his, frankly, dismal yam sales, but alas it only hastened his metamorphosis into "that woman." You know the one. Regardless, he clung to the hope of better days, neglecting his duty to open the store from 6 AM...

Added 06 Feb 2021 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 93 | 1 Comment

It started with a whisper. A subtle phrase ripening within my conscious mind. “Devour the world,” it said. Slowly I rolled out of bed and dragged my limp body across the weathered linoleum floor to the edge of the room. It was almost midday. “Too early for that,” I thought to myself. For hours each day I would lay there, half-asleep, staring at the flakes of dust that become visible only...

Added 13 Dec 2018 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 559 | 5 Comments

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves which had been scattered haphazardly around the secluded woodland cabin. The local druids knew that the spirits of the trees from which the leaves had been collected would wander the nearby environment to watch over their every fallen stipule and bract. Of course, the reason for enticing the tree spirits to this incidental vigil over the dwelling was to...

Added 31 Mar 2018 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 626 | 1 Comment

The journey truthward is undertaken along a tortuous path connected along the way to the many avenues of ideology. One must be fervent to maintain the path you set out on against the arresting appeals of false understanding which beg at all sides for your surrender to their embrace. Comfort is found in their pervasive viewpoints which set the world in such a way that it can now be...

Added 06 Jun 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 652 | 1 Comment

Order is the semblance of understanding, like a sturdy ship upon which we sail precariously above the oceans of suppressed concerns. The steady sway of the ocean can appear as an alluring expanse of conquered space until at once, the unexpected dangers of our subconscious appear, like a subaqueous predator, transforming our reality into an entirely unknown terrain of terror. The structure...

Added 30 Mar 2017 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 2 | Avg Score 4.5 | Views 716 | 1 Comment

Several times a month, Pete the village tailor would take the afternoon off work to meander through the streets and along the refreshing country trails. Today was one such day. Exiting the front gate of his small cottage home, Pete breathed in the fresh dawn air. The smell of field flowers and morning dew filled the breeze, creating the atmosphere of elation to which Pete always looked...

Added 25 Mar 2017 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 700 | 2 Comments

It was precisely that which had been implemented to prevent the disaster which ultimately ensured it. The great minds of old, abandoned to dusty shelves and the weathered ways of some, shone beyond the populace. War to end war. Theft to end theft. Slaves to their desire, their noble goal distorted. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.  ...

Added 22 Mar 2017 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 492

Delusion. It exists, at least to some degree, before us all, shaping our perceptions to varying degrees, allowing one to hold so steadfast to a position which denies the humbling reality of honest introspection. Yet, it is through the apathy of others that such deceptions persist throughout, unchallenged for want of integrity or desire, knowledge or power, respect or honesty. And so, it...

Added 21 Mar 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 641 | 2 Comments

The frivolous waste of the upper echelon is what fuelled the re-emergence, but it was not what sparked it. Seven wispy whispers fell from the mouths of the reformers, eroding the long-lasting stability of the fringe. Only the ebbing congeries remained to till the torn totem. If Friday began before the last, it would have none to witness the withering clouds of disdain beyond the slaughter....

Added 20 Mar 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 742 | 1 Comment

It is the way in which the world has become. Five frights and a minority rest. The swirls of feeling in the lights, summoning the thoughts of the younger, illuminating those of the elder in a short, yet magical revolution that only touches the surface of reality.   It is rare to become, and though it's veracity ignites the passions of all, it is but a spark that appears and is then gone,...

Added 05 Nov 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 729