Preparing Soup – Friday Fictioneers
**** Warning — this story is shocking — unfortunately these things have happened, and is a variant of Stockholm Syndrome **** Discarded from the lull of lullabies, from lollipops and […]
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Our pyre of ignorance
Somewhere through the neon night they came for us, they came prepared, they came through parsecs of vacant emptiness. Targeting the spectral lines of life, they came in peace. Generations […]
An essence of our life
Before it was commoditised, it was a precious gift, something to be shared, connecting us to times when it wasn’t wasted on potato chips. Reduced from essence of our life […]
Fading into Jane – Friday Fictioneers.
Every morning Laura looked at herself in the mirror. She’d noticed the first gray hairs and the first bitter striations long ago. Her hazel eyes shrunk with every dream unfulfilled […]
Printed matter matters – For Friday Fictioneers
They had told me that the truth was relative. That information had to be standardized, distributed, updated and controlled. They told me that staticness of printed words was causing all […]
