Tag: short story

  • Of The Last Sunset

    I keep wanting to use the pen, even when it seems like a pencil is the best medium. With a pencil, I can erase everything and start all over again without any trace, so long as I write with the lightest hand. “But what’s the point?” I ask. “My hands are small but they are…

  • I Watched Myself Walking to Church

    Along the red brick road, my boots made light, dull sounds: thump-thump, slowly, carefully, light as a feather with no weight to carry itself against the wind. Then the sound double and I looked back to a girl in a maroon coat. She had a black sling bag on her left should which moved forwards…

  • Metropolitan Apparition

    Metropolitan Apparition

    A pair of bluish translucent glass carefully moves sideways towards opposite ends to uncover a dilly-dallying of unknowns. A car stops abruptly in front and a rushing lady with a phone to her ear takes several steps forward. She crosses to an island right smack in the middle of the bustling cityscape that doesn’t quite…

  • Wheel of Fortune

    Wheel of Fortune

    He knew it was too good to be true when everything was going perfectly. Then it wasn’t: the tower collapsed with him in the midst of it. And it all made sense. For several weeks, he would either sit amongst the debris or somewhere near the broken pieces of concrete where he could glimpse both…