Microfiction
Mass Meeting. Content Warning.
MASS MEETING Revolving Doors or Musical Chairs (a series of unsettling events) la classe ouvrière etc. what had begun as an overt Manifestation of the Right to Assemble in Protest had been disbanded—in Fact and in Memory—to the point that nobody remembers the red bandanas, the blue bandanas, the water cannons and traitorous canisters of tear gases halted by hordes of open umbrellas: in the water droplets and steam appeared the Rainbow’s Spectrum (spectral masses); bands of color swath the streets protected by armor of hard-hats and yellow-vested interests while some dressed in Black. They had forgotten all of this, and also the predicted fall of Medoc’s Mass Media Feed (whose misfaits were unmasked with impunity).
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Fiction
The 30year Life of IMB
This is Ivie or you can call me Ivy, atleast that what my husband used to call me that was before I killed him. This is me writing from my room, it's not really your room if it's a mental hospital. My name is Ivie Benson and I have multiple personality disorder. This is a little diary I decided to write for my children to explain that their mom is not a bad person, I am just a person with issues different from everyone else.
By Igbokwe Chisom3 years ago in Fiction
Natural Born Grifter
I woke up extra early one morning in the summer of ‘87, and immediately began putting on my brand-new Cub Scout uniform. It was the coolest, with all its patches and adornments. I, of course, didn’t tie the neckerchief right, but that didn’t matter to me.
By Philip L. Cress3 years ago in Fiction
