Psychological
Crossed
Long ago, before the sexes were born, two equally different humans existed. Then, they shared the V chromosome, until one day the V unfolded itself into an X. For one human the X doubled, but only one prevailed, barring the other. When the other's V unfolded Y slipped into place, perfectly aligning itself within X, determining a new pathway. Female and Male formed, along with their bodies' mindful voices.
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Fiction
Aurora. Content Warning.
Stars glittered across the moonless sky. Millions of brilliant points of light, more than Yusuke had had ever seen before. He marvelled at them, despite often having gazed at the night sky before, mesmerized by them. It had always been a dream, one that he had come to share with its original dreamer, to be in that place and see the stars in their seemingly infinite multitude.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
121: MR. POTATO HEAD — the Toy, the Spud, the Victim
CAUTIONARY TALE A future Mr. Potato Head sat in the produce bin. Any passer-by could grope or handle him. Easy pickings. (The produce bin is open source.) The shopper brought the potato home where he did creepy things with it, including manipulating repurposed body parts.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Love and friend
Alright, let me tell you a story about Jamie, Alex, and a little old café downtown that saw it all. Jamie and Alex had been the kind of friends who could finish each other’s sentences, knew each other’s coffee orders by heart, and were always the last two people chatting long after everyone else had left the party. They’d been inseparable since their college days, where they met in the most cliché of ways—bumping into each other and spilling coffee all over the library floor.
By Indra Wahyudi2 years ago in Fiction
A Whole Day
¶ The clock above the door read 10:02. ¶ As Mr. Sorin, the geography teacher, rambled on about some tristate area half a country away, Jake stared at the blackboard, trying to make sense of the map. The teacher, in his brilliance, had drawn the map sideways, with the compass to North pointing lazilily off to the right. Indeed, the teacher had gone the extra mile to turn the N into a Z, to match the orientation.
By Malcolm Roach2 years ago in Fiction
Action Required
It was the early 1980s, and I worked forty hours per week and also helped teach martial arts three nights, taking my daughter with me to karate. My good friend at the time was a black belt, like me, and we were both judges in local karate tournaments. After class, we went to Godfather's Pizza for dinner. I ate salad at their salad bar many times during those years and loved it. She and I would watch all the karate and kung fu videos, so popular then, at either her place or mine on weekends. We loved the cheesy kung fu movies. Our bodies bobbed and weaved with each punch and kick. We would holler out and watch the unbelievable stunts. We discussed all the films with our martial arts friends. There were many with unknown stars, but also the Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris movies and, later on, Steven Seagall ones; we were entertained by them all.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
