ffm 28 - Planetary Illness“Ugh, I'm so gassy,” Jupiter said.ffm 28 - Planetary Illness5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Me too,” Saturn chimed in.
“And me,” Neptune said.
“What did we eat?” Uranus asked.
There was a strained silence as they looked at each other. None of them wanted to address the white giant in the room, but it was there and getting bigger with each year that passed. Earth was the worst off. In fact, she was looking positively yellow these days. Mars had started to show signs of the infection as well.
“The humans are spreading,” Pluto said as another probe floated past him.
Keep It TogetherShe had a breakdown in the bathroom again.Keep It Together1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her hands clenched the sides of the sink, knees trembling as her body slid down slowly. Her chest heaved with exhaustion, mouth gasping for more air; eyes glimmering with fresh tears.
There is no explanation.
Her husband sat in their children's bedroom, reading the same short story for the fifth time that night. Their daughter already fell asleep on the other side of the room. She knew her son kept looking at the sticker stars she put on the walls. The nightlight spun tiny circles like planets orbiting the room. He loved everything about outer space.
Yes, think about him. Think about your children. Think about the man you love who is caring for them right now.
The fear of facing him after the mental meltdown stopped any breathing she gained control of earlier. The best she could do was to breathe as normally as her lungs would let her. Ah, but the part which hindered this involuntary action was her throat. The choking, tensing, squeezin
FFM XXVIIIf she screams the loudest that means she cares the most. Beneath her weak chest, her heart palpitates and her lungs expand to the point of near eruption. She waves her hands and stomps her feet just like everyone around her, shaking the floor with the weight of a thousand booming steps.FFM XXVII1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Now, if only he would look at her.
FFM XXVIWe walked until our shadows were swallowed up by the darkness. She pressed her palm against mine and I counted three of our breaths before I pressed mine against hers. My blistered feet bled onto the gravel beneath my soles and I could feel waves of hunger crashing against my stomach walls. We stood there, in absolute silence as the lines on our faces were slowly concealed.FFM XXVI1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And it was beautiful.
FFM XXVIn the summertime, she really only took her coffee iced. As she took a drag of her cigarette, she wished that iced cigarettes could be a thing. She stood behind the building, leaning against the brick wall. She took in the smoke of her cigarette along with the disgusting heat and oppressive humidity. She peeled a thin layer of skin off of her sunburnt shoulder, her own body rejecting itself trying to start over again.FFM XXV1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her cigarette break is the most exciting part of her day, and here she is peeling off her skin in an alleyway. Look at where that music degree got her. Delightful.
She can see a boy across the street, busking and playing his saxophone to the rhythm of the midday traffic horns. She looks at her watch and knows her boss will be all over her back when she makes it back upstairs.
Walking by the wannabe jazz-musician, she flicks her cigarette to the ground.
God, get a job.
FFM XXIVI walk home the same day every day, the bus stops at the same place (give or take a few feet), my house never moves, and as far as I know, the streets always go the same way.FFM XXIV1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They slip into my mind, calling themselves "ideas" or "thoughts."
And, with their help, nearly every day, I manage to get lost on my way home.
FFM XVIIt's only me left. I wish it could have been something cool, like from a sci-fi novel. In the end I would be saved by some kind-hearted scientist who manages to make fast-growing saplings from my seeds and then repopulate the entire grove. But this is not a sci-fi novel, and there will not be a happy ending.FFM XVI1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Half of this grove was gone with the sound of heavy machinery and a deafening crack of dry wood. No one put up a fight or showed any resistance to them. Trees don't cry. Not even when someone says something mean to them. Not even when they are lonely. Not even when a bulldozer runs them over.
I hope that when they do come for me, they will make me into something nice. Maybe a home for a nice, little family or a summer cottage on a lake. I wouldn't even mind being a chair or a park bench. Just not paper or firewood, anything but that. You get your first taste of the real world only to have it burned down or crumpled into a basket.
Since the forest floor is empty now, I can see the c
FFM XVIII have three goals for my life as a grown-up. The first is to enjoy my job, the second is to find the perfect place to live, the third is to own a dictionary.FFM XVII1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Now, I have a dictionarya "pocket-sized" one. And when that fails (which is often), I have the internet. But what I really want is a brown-leather, thick-spined, gold-edged, dictionary that sits on a pedestal beneath a lamp and has tabs for every letter of the alphabet.
I can imagine reading a novel late at night and coming across a hauntingly beautiful word that I don't yet know. I will walk over to my reliable dictionary and pull the cord to the reading lamp above it and as I wait for the flickering to stop, I will take a sip of my tea (yes, not coffee, tea), and push the heavy pages open to the word I need to know. My eyesight will have gone by then, and I will need to wear bifocals pushed to the edge of my nose to read the minute print.
The definition is achingly beautiful, like I knew it would be. I slide the silk book
FFM XXHe arrives here at the same time that I do. He waits outside the building for the doors to open, raising his sun-weathered hands towards the sky in some sort of meditation ritual he himself made up. Once the library unlocks its doors, he says hello to the staff and takes a seat by the window. His seat. He opens up his bag of things; a jar of water, his reading glasses, a notebook, and a pen. He goes to the stacks and pulls out a children's dictionary and whatever book he plans on reading that day. Today, it happens to be about Marine Biology. He sets up the scene, notebook in one hand, pen in the other.FFM XX1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His sanity must have gone years ago. Interesting words and phrases are compactly sprawled across every page of his tiny notebook. For years I was told to stay away from this "crazy man" as if somehow, his insanity could rub-off on me. I see him everyday, trying to fulfill the human desire to learn everything, filling his notebook with words, words, words.
FFM XXIIHer sunburn really freaking hurts. The story itself isn't actually exciting, she was at the beach and either forgot sunscreen on her right shoulder or her inept left hand couldn't manage the act of applying it. It's gone from the initial pain stage to itching like hell. She scratches it lightly with the pads of her fingertips and applies aloe lotion every forty-five minutes.FFM XXII1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She never really appreciated sun and sand and lake water. Mix it all together and it just makes really warm mud. On a normal day, she would be perfectly satisfied sitting underneath a tree, wearing light clothes that cover every inch of skin and a brimmed hat to cover her face. Being red-headed and allergic to mosquito bites, she was not built to go outside.
The burn runs down her arm, nothing she does will soothe it. She runs a cold washcloth over it, the water dripping down her arm and onto everything around it. The frustration burns in her throat as she applies ice cubes wrapped in towels.
But fear of charred sk
FFM XIV"Where is she?" he asked at the front desk of the hospital.FFM XIV1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The receptionist looked up, "Good afternoon doctor. She's recovering in room 312, though I would wait if you want to see her, she is probably asleep right now."
The doctor's face turned white, "So she did it?"
"Yes sir, the procedure was successful."
He nodded at the receptionist as he turned down the corridor. "Yes, thank you."
"It was my pleasure, sir," she said.
"Why do we say that?" he asked, spinning around.
"'It was my pleasure.' Why do we say that? We haven't felt pleasure in many years."
"I suppose it's just an old habit. I haven't given much thought to it really."
"Right," he said heading towards room 312.
The door was opened and the lights were all off when the doctor entered the room. He
walked over to her and looked down on her sleeping face. She looked different, he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was though.
"Here, I will let in some sun. You always liked natural light," he said drawing the du
FFM XIIISarah suddenly flipped down her newspaper and called into the other room.FFM XIII1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She got up and walked to the bar, eating one of the peppers that he was chopping.
"Would you rather be good or bad?"
"Whatever do you mean?" he asked, swiping her hand away.
"Like if you could only choose to be 100% good or 100% bad, what would you be?"
Peter pondered for a moment, "does the past count? Because I am no demon, but I assure you, I have never danced on the head of a pin."
"No, it doesn't. From now until the day you die you can only be purely good or purely bad. Which do you choose?"
"Well, I think I would choose good, wouldn't you?"
"I don't know," she said playfully stealing another pepper. "Good puts so many limitations on you, whereas bad doesn't. It's like, murder is bad, but bad is not murder.
You don't have to do all the bad, but if you wanted to, you've got it all on your fingertips."
"I guess," he said as he dumped the chopped vegetables into the skillet.
"Hey, if someon
FFM IShe balances her laptop on her knees and drums her fingers along the keys.FFM I1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's four in the morning, ninety-six degrees in this room, her shirt is sticking to her back, and she feels cold.
The night air is dense, the humidity is oppressive, her computer base burning into her legs and the screen is burning into her eyes.
In the top right-hand corner of the screen, she has typed in the name, all fifteen letters. The links provided by the search engine are all purple.
She taps her fingers along the keyboard and hovers her mouse over the remaining blue link.
A Fire Consumes a Local Restaurant Leaving Two Injured and One Dead.
She pushes her finger down and shivers.
My Rainbow in a JarMy Rainbow in a Jar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Rainbow in a Jar
Sometimes, I feel blue, all sad and icky inside.
Blue, I'll place you in a Jar and set you aside.
Sometimes I feel purple, proud of what I do.
Purple, I'll place you in a Jar too.
Sometimes I feel green, envious of others around me.
Green, I'll place you in a jar so you won't be seen.
Sometimes I feel yellow, so scared I hide away.
Yellow, I'll place you in a Jar in hopes you will stay.
Sometimes I feel orange, I laugh and I laugh and I laugh all day.
Orange, I'll place you in a jar for another time to play.
Sometimes I feel red, so mad I throw things and yell and cry into the night.
Red, I'll place you in a jar away from the light.
And sometimes, I open my Jar.
To see all the colors I've collected so far.
From my Jar they escape and shoot away.
As I say,
"Rainbow Jar, Oh Rainbow Jar.
I feel so much inside.
Sometimes I like it.
Sometimes I hide it.
Sometimes I want to die.
But, fail me not,
For the colors I collect inside,
Will always shoot out and color my life."
Ghost Fingerssongs drift slowlyGhost Fingers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from rooms filled with peeling wallpaper
sometimes i feel you wrapped around my heart
touching places you could never reach before
we have a story
worthy of a best-selling paperback
the kind of story
that's only sad when it belongs to you
i try to intertwine my fingers with yours
but it's not really the same
unless you're there too
unwritten, unspoken, unsaidSilent waters run deep,unwritten, unspoken, unsaid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while fainting waves
carry a passionate message,
whispered by the shy wind:
Close your eyes
and you will see it
Cover your ears
and you will hear it
Shut your mouth
and you will say it
Because only your heart
can recognize the sincerity
of another heart.
2012, Benny Temmerman
another love choicemeeting that special personanother love choice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It will make you
like nothing can touch you.
Yet you can see the signs
that she sends out.
LEAVE ME ALONE!
but i wanna shout:
"I love you!".
Love isn't age related,
something you can't explain.
A feeling of being sated,
impossible to feel pain.
It's so hard to understand,
the way your mind toys with your heart.
Everyday wanting to hold her hand,
Still it feels like living in a world apart.
Girl, I like you, can't you see?
Why does it feel it has gone awry?
I thought i found the girl for me,
should i let my heart bleed dry?
These HandsThese hands,These Hands3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Worn out from the long years of before.
I find it
Harder to breathe sometimes, I suppose.
But today, for some reason,
I lay here
In my old, musty bed,
Gasping for whatever air I can find.
That was once fresh and young
Is on the verge of total insanity
And slowly, just slowly
Taking away what I thought I loved.
Made these hands
These hands, now thin with age
Has made scratches throughout the decades.
With these hands
I have hurt
The ones I should've loved.
And with these hands
I pray with.
The same hands that I hurt with, I pray.
Please, take my already resting soul.
It is prepared to go.
I am sorry for all the hurt I have caused.
These hands then clench my chest.
My last bit of air, I suppose.
These bloodshot eyes
Slowly come to a close.
These hands then free themselves from their
I can finally rest
LovefightPeople fall in love.Lovefight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
people break up.
Lost it all, no gain.
joining the scene.
You feel happy,
nothing in between.
catches the eye.
Your lover says
Conquering dark thoughts.
Crashing your goal.
A vicious burn,
ripping through your soul?
Japanese Culture StereotypeKannichiwa. Watashiwa, Kimiyama Alice desu.Japanese Culture Stereotype5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hello. My name is Alice Kimiyama.
I am a Japanese American.
Emphasis, on a American.
I know, it's hard at first to realize it
I usually get the "Hey, you're Chinese, right?"
You are instantly Chinese since that's the largest Asian country.
It's the almond eyes
And how I must only see half the world when I smile...
It's no use
I can't change the minds
Of 303,824,646 people
Just because I'm asian
Doesn't mean that I
Memorized how many people there are in the United States
I looked it up on CIA World Factbook like a
It does not mean
I'm the smartest kid in your classroom.
I have trouble with all sorts of subjects
Especially the one with
Graphing hexagons and
Constructing nonagons with
Numbers and letters scrambled into
This fusion of complete nonsense...
Just because I'm asian
Does not mean that I
Speak the language fluently
Cook and eat rice everyday
I do not wear a kimono
When I'm at home.
I don't kno
The Battle WonI ain't backing downThe Battle Won6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't, not when I'm so far gone
Yes my wounds are burning
But so is the fire within me
Yes my vision is blurring
But I keep my eyes on the prize
I can hear them all around me
The screams torturing my inner being
My animal is showing
So I won't care... I won't care.
I fight for my right
To live and not to die
Freedom is roaring
Like an overbearing thunder
"I will be free, I will be free"
I clench my teeth as I pull on through
Trying to dodge the bullets and bombs--
The crying.. the children crying.
Why can I not save all the children?
They litter the streets
- the dead bodies-
Stuck in the gutters like fallen leaves
The smell of rusty red stings my nose,
But I run into the oncoming fog...
Red paints the walls, the streets, the town;
My clothes, my face, my wounds, my heart
But all I can see, everywhere,
Is black, pitched in its darkest shade.
Well let it hide my aching bones!
Have them seek me out
I'll take 'em down one by one.
Fieldswe braided stalks of wheat with our teethFields2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and bloodied our knuckles on old twigs
she tried vainly to heal them with her kisses
i pushed pebbles with my toes
and we existed together
for the first and last time
in the spaces of the silence
2012January20121 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I had my heart broken
every time they clasped hands.
The man in the
made me feel
like I was important
just for a moment.
I wrote a story that
It blew my head up
like a red balloon.
I nursed the
from two months before
it beat in a different chest.
I must have slept
through all 31 days
because I can't
My heart was squeezed
through unknowing fingers
and when I finally allowed it
it wanted to stay.
I cut my hair to my shoulders.
I tried to find my
and did not succeed.
I learned that I did not have to
wait until I deserved my happy ending.
I spent the longest day of my life
watching the sunrise swallow the stars
with the fastest friends I have ever made.
I wrote more stories in a month
than I had in the previous 365 days.
I tried to observe the world,
but found my perspective was limited.
I can no longer have