Microfiction
211 — Eve: Setting the Record Straight
The "Original Sinner," Eve, mother of the human race, has been vilified as the ruin of everyone. Before falling for a serpent's deceits, life was perfect. The climate was temperate enough for unapologetic nudity. There were no issues. No tigers conspired to devour them. No fruit unreachable for Eve. No bugs bit or stung. Life was sweet.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Traffic, Rain, and Everything Else Along the Way
I’ve lost my faith in the summer time, Cos it don’t stop raining* “Oh, shut the fuck up!” Ben scowls as he slams the dial on the stereo. He’s not in the mood for music right now. Certainly not music from Oasis, and most assuredly not a song about summer rain. He’d kill for rain right now. Instead, there’s been nothing but stifling heat for weeks on end, and the forecast calls for more, more, more.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Fiction
The Attic
The sat in the kitchen after getting a drink of water. He started to think what a stone and seeds could mean. The boy thought a stone is heavy and seeds are light. If the stone is thrown through the window and then the seeds are blown through it could that be the reason, and maybe the spirit could be free. The boy decided to go back up the stairs to attic, but there was something blocking the stairs halfway up. He knew he was strong, but he could not budge the thing. The spirit kind of appeared and whispered "Not yet." The boy tried to ask his question "What is the purpose of the stone and seeds?" The spirit smiled and told him to think, and the spirit faded away. The boy turned around and then looked around the room and maybe if he took a walk some answers would come to mind. It was starting to rain, but the boy gathered his rear gear and took a walk.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
210 — Declaration of Co-Dependence
When in the Course of human events, our wedding being a big, expensive one, it becomes necessary to dissolve our wedding bands connecting us, and to assume the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and God entitle me, I should declare the causes which impel us to the separation.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Attic
The woman left and the boy went back into the house with the envelope. He went to the dining room and set on it on the table. The boy all of a sudden needed a drink and he went into the kitchen and there was a bird sitting at the window above the sink. They just looked at each other. He got his glass of water and drank. He then went back to dining room and picked the envelope back up and opened it. In the envelope were a few seeds and a short note saying that he should go out the front door and throw the seeds at the attic window and then wait a few days before going back to the attic. The boy was not sure what to do, but the paper seemed to be just falling apart in his hands. He did throw the seeds up at the attic window and then he crossed his fingers hoping he made the right decision. What will the spirit think? There was a stone and now seeds of some kind. What do they mean?
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The Attic
The boy while sitting in the living room and looking out the front window started to think about what he saw from the attic window. He thought what he saw was in his mind, but the more he thought about it it seemed to be too real. He went back up into the attic and went all the way to the end of the room to see if what he saw earlier was still there or was it the same as what was outside the downstairs window. He very slowly lifted the old blind and took a peek. What he saw was the same as what was outside the downstairs window, but with one change. Everything was shrouded in a white mist. The boy decided to touch the window to see what would happen. Nothing for that is when the spirit appeared and told him not to go through the window. He asked why. The spirit told him that if he were to go through the window that he would become like the spirit. He was curious but he went back downstairs and again looked out the living room window.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
