MikMacMeerkat
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I spend so much time daydreaming I figured I should start writing it down.
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The Slow. Honorable Mention in Tomorrow’s Utopia Challenge.
Glasses clinked as the guests dressed in white floated around me. I stared at the bubbles in my glass as they slowly dissipated. First budding on the side, growing until the laws of the universe took over and it rose floating to the top. Each reaching their demise with a fizzing pop. I never drank on the job.
By MikMacMeerkat9 months ago in Futurism
The Portal
She sat on the other side of the one way mirror. Her purple crocodile skinned bag propped up on the grimy interrogation table. Sleek black cocktail dress that fit her like a glove, tanned skin and brown hair tied in an artful knot. Sharp brown eyes examining her glittering pink nails. But there was something about the spoiled rich girl act I didn’t buy. I pressed my hand against my tender jaw. It cracked as I snapped it shut.
By MikMacMeerkat9 months ago in Futurism
Captain Zaid Zemeni
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Only the worthy can perceive it. “Strange thing to carve into stone,” Mac, my second mused. The words, old and eaten by rain and wind lined the arch of the perimeter gate. Behind it a castle thrust from cliff face, almost like a crystal that had grown from the stone.
By MikMacMeerkatabout a year ago in Fiction
Inevitable annoyance for all mankind
In the first week of July 3034, seven children were born, each with superpowers. Tuesday, the first-born, pain in the ass, could bring people back from the dead. Brought grandma around for Mums 40th birthday. No present since has matched.
By MikMacMeerkatabout a year ago in Fiction
Sea-foam eyes. Top Story - August 2024.
Rose petals swept off the white deck, scattering across the soft surface like drops of blood. The same wind whipped at her hair, knotting the blonde strands like conspiring fingers. Her pink painted toenails glinted in the electric light. Each bulb dripping pools of white light across the waves. Bleaching the deck in the absence of candles long since burnt down to stubs.
By MikMacMeerkatabout a year ago in Fiction
Right or Left. Top Story - October 2023.
The sequins of my dress cast shards of light across the corvette like a shining beacon. My chest tightened, lips dried and my eyes flashed to the rear view mirror. As if the police weren’t enough. The flashing red and blue now fought for control of the road with the bullet riddled cars of the mob. I pressed my hand to my chest, reminding myself that this was the plan. This was always the plan.
By MikMacMeerkat2 years ago in Fiction
Starry Starry Night
My madness papered the wall infront of me. An artwork of newspaper, printouts, medical records and swirls of yellow and blue string. In the middle of it all a photo of my brother. The pamphlet from his funeral. Rainer Goh, beloved son and brother. It had all brought me to this moment. The needle containing the virus lay empty on the floor. The fever raged.
By MikMacMeerkat3 years ago in Art
