there's a bespoke bottle of perfume on my dressing table, unremarkable glass bottle all but blending into the wall behind it. i designed it a while ago, trying to pick out the various notes and fragrances that i felt best suited you; the ones that best reminded me of you, to be used when you… Continue reading necessity, 1.1 (150)
Tag: tiny story
until later (150)
fifteen years, is the date always in place. somewhere on a computer, there's a calendar app with fifteen years from now circled. there's a tally, a countdown app that lets the date be selected and the days count down. it's plenty of time, so it gets shoved to the little box in the back of… Continue reading until later (150)
boredom (150)
the heart rate slows, oxygen and blood slower around the body. there's calm and calm precedes the onset of boredom. the mind is next to slow, lack of stimuli whirling down to a whittled spiral. and the artist sits at her easel, brushes in hand and a row of paint tubes lined up before her.… Continue reading boredom (150)
the gift (1.2) – 150
the tiny box plopped into her lap from over her shoulder, dislodging the book which had fallen closed. the box was no bigger than her palm, wrapped in several rough layers of white paper, and it barely made a sound when she shook it. this was unusual - normally the gifts she received were opulent,… Continue reading the gift (1.2) – 150
burning out 1.2 (150)
can't achieve my goals, you say? watch me. for three nights i'm awake on one long all-nighter, sleeping one of every eleven hours, cramming in plans. it isn't my birthdate yet, no extra year between goals and reality. i'm busy, scrabbling at everything i can think of while you run off and blindly follow goalposts. and so… Continue reading burning out 1.2 (150)
six: vi
whispered it like a reverence; resonance. response to Sometimes Stellar Six Word Story Challenge.
ascent (150)
they call morning the worst part of the day. they are the ones who stagger from bed, huddle over flasks of strong dark coffee and shiver in the cool morning air. they are the ones i used to envy, knowing that they complained about the early hour after a full night of sleep while i tossed and turned,… Continue reading ascent (150)
fearless (250)
fearless, she wrote on the bare patch. wrote it again and again, spelling it backwards to fit the circles she'd mapped out. one circle, looking not unlike a lopsided teardrop - then another, joined together. traced over in permanent marker, they'd be painted over within the week. (there was always painting to be done, lines blueprinted… Continue reading fearless (250)
out of place
it didn't take long to realize something wasn't quite right. the feeling settled in quickly, a strange sort of anxiety and forgotten memory tugging at the back of my mind, a subtle stress creeping up. in the air, perfume lingered, unusual as i never wore it, and i had the sense that someone had been by recently. here, in… Continue reading out of place
inversion (150)
she's running through the world, twisting her own stories into trails behind her, collecting words and mixing them into books, drinking bitter coffee she doesn't like and speaking languages that trip her up with complex structures. it's easy to dive back into her books, to seek out libraries in every stop but that's not the… Continue reading inversion (150)
tuckedintoacorner 