Recycling
Once, grandmother told me of something called “sea”. She couldn’t really describe how so much water could ever exist. How there could be storms raising waves that could swallow a […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
Our reason to get drunk
They came with the tide, as if the moon had a story to tell. Seabirds had eaten their eyes and death stared back from the voids that were left. They […]
Phoenix
Caged in his solitude, moonless and lost the ancient librarian shuffles through dust of seemingly identical chambers for a single truthful apparition in the pulp-fiction-platitudes left in the wake of […]
Before her breakdown
“Siri™, drive me home,” Carol reclined while the Rambo’s™ dashboard flared with a choice of movies matching her taste. The ez-drive™ whirred her gently through commuter-lightworm. She didn’t need distractions […]
Forbidden to wish
Nothing but four walls and midnight wails. Habibah think she hears Amira screaming, and wonders when it’s her turn. They had been in the kitchen together making sweets; sisters, safe […]
