On ForgivenessIn the cool shade of a persimmon tree, a prophet sat cross-legged and silent, deep in thought. His breaths in were long. His breaths out were long. The moments between each breath in and out were longer still.On Forgiveness13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The prophet had been meditating like this for many hours. Then a young man with a deep sorrow in his heart approached and unburdened himself to him. There followed a lengthy silence broken only by the rustling of the persimmon's leaves. At last the prophet said:
Over the course of your life, have you changed? If you have, then forgive. For if you, yourself, are capable of change, then so is the other person. You both came from the same earth, and will both return to it. Not to forgive someone is to believe that he cannot change; and you, yourself, cannot change, but must always be as unhappy as you are, if you do not forgive.
The young man bowed and departed. The prophet returned to his breathing.
Inside a Dream''I'm breathing.''Inside a Dream1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
''No, you're dreaming Adam.''
TempsSigne du destin ou simple maladresse, d'un faux pas j'échappai ma montre.Temps13 hours ago in Short Stories
À cet instant je me dit "Le temps fuit. Il fil entre mes doigts."
Et je le vis se fracasser sur le sol et se fendre, se fissurer, s'arrêter.
Les yeux fixés sur ses aiguilles immobiles, je pensai "Et si tout s'arrêtait maintenant ? Si, à cet instant, le temps cessait d'être, qu'aurais-je été ?"
Comme les douze coups finaux d'une horloge à pendule, ce sentiment résonna en mon être.
"Qu'aurais-je été jusqu'à présent ?"
Je ramassai ma montre et m'en allai, un lourd silence dans l'âme.
And Everything Lived Happily Ever After“Mark! Put that down!” Cried out a woman's voice. It was a thick throaty voice. It was distinct like a cat being walked in a dog park.And Everything Lived Happily Ever After14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“Aw come on, Marsha, what harm could it do? It's just a snail.” Replied a nonchalant voice. It was deeper, clearly male, and lacked any sort of defining accent. It was rather platonic.
“What harm could it do?! You do know where we are right now, right?!”
“We all know exactly where we are, Marsha.” Said Mark as he motioned to the jungle around the small group with his arms outstretched, his right hand still holding onto the many colored snail shell. “We're just south of the South Pole.”
“You know that's not what I meant, Mark! Put. The. Snail. Down.”
“Come oooooon, Marsha. You can't really believe in that stupid butterfly effect crap! Just because we're 200 million years in the past doesn't mean me moving one snail will change the future that bad. Besides
SnowflakeShe told him that she was a snowflake, one of a kind. He'll never find another quite like her.Snowflake17 hours ago in Short Stories
He smirked, “When all the snow has fallen down a snowflake is hardly distinguishable. Being unique doesn't make you special. But I guess just like the snowflake you're also lacking a brain.”
The End Of All ThingsIn technical terms, everything does have a beginning and an end. However, things can have more than one. And most things that begin start with an ending. And beginnings lead to more endings, and more beginnings, and so on. But here I am, rambling. What would it matter, anymore, anyways?The End Of All Things10 hours ago in Short Stories
Matter. That's really all anything is. Matter, drifting through life, a strange and almost unbelievable process, one that is hard to believe happens at all. Life begins and ends, and has multiple beginnings and endings for each creature involved in the process. It just seems to keep coming back to this concept. I've been alive for god knows how long, and I still can't quite grasp it properly.
I'm losing a lot of my memories right now. I think I remembered something important earlier... But again, I can't remember. There is no concept of time anymore. Time doesn't exist.
In fact, nothing exists anymore. It's just me.
I could tell you about the time the solar system that humans were familiar with was dest