The (Not So) Magic BlockDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any individual, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author owns exclusive rights to this story.The (Not So) Magic Block1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It sat, solid and firm, immobile.
Despite being made out of wood, Kenneth had hoped that something would happen with the small toy. He'd waited, for hours it had seemed, just to get a turn with it. He'd had to skip outside play time just to be able to lay his hands on it, since it was the most popular of the playthings at the center.
But staring at it, he couldn't figure out why. It just sat there. It didn't make any noises like the trains and trucks. It didn't have any lights like the police cars and fighter jets. And it didn't even roll like the plain balls.
Yet somehow it was more special than all of the other toys at the center, since everyone would trade whatever they had for a chance to get the block.
Kenneth was sure he'd been staring at it for more than an hour. He was just about ready to give
Time (Clock Of The Heart)They hadn’t thought that the tale of Peter Rabbit was a revolutionary one, or that when he wriggled his hind legs into old Mr. McGregor’s garden it wasn’t to steal lettuce. It was simply his desire for the coveted Time, which was secured with crimson ribbon and dangled precariously above an entanglement of friable, railway cogs whose bodies were rippled with phlogiston and that threatened to combust over the oil-slicked lake.Time (Clock Of The Heart)1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It wasn’t until Fey arrived at their towering estate with the headless behemoth, eight bloodied stumps protruding from dismembered necks, that they began to grasp the gravity of what had happened. Fey dragged the mechanical animal into their foyer, her sleeveless, emerald dress with the bow knot ruffles and ebony lace beneath the side split was stained with black muck. Her fingernails had dirt encrusted beneath them, but Fey seemed not to notice as she was flocked by her curious friends.
She gave them a small, mysterious shrug a