FFM23 2016 - Spaced Out The astronaut pushed off and floated towards the food dispenser. Jellied nutrients squirted from tubes, looking more like boogers than food, but it was apparently the best modern technology could offer.
FFM28: The GardenerI had sown the seed and nurtured it all season, carefully controlling its water-intake and sun-exposure. Watching the tiny green stalk sprout became a daily source of peace and pleasure in my life.
Better Not To KnowThis morning felt like the birth of a thousand days. Sunlight streamed through my windows, I woke up chipper, and it even smelled right. I like days that smell right.
May I interest you in Fushigi Neko no Kyuu-chan?
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The Girl Speaks of Women
I’ve seen a woman:
I’ve seen a woman with hurting eyes and the warmest smile
That gave me a preview into who I wanted to be—
Strong and willful in the harshest of times.
I’ve seen a woman:
Who always fed an army of seven hectic little ones and herself.
Whose stressed face inspired a 12-year old to hustle candy at school.
Who whupped disrespectful youth; Who gave the confused clarification.
Who cared for strangers in cold, white, secluded rooms.
Who gave the perfect pep talk in those I-can’t-go-on-situations.
Who was fruitless but more of a momma than actual birthers.
Who gained superman-like strength to carry the weak and powerless.
Who gave the greatness she promised me; Who expected greatness from me.
Who was fluent and bilingual when singing to society,
And taught me how to sing loud and well
And how to smile like I meant it
Even when I did or did not m
Alette bounced with impatience and tucked on her mother's sleeve. "Can I go to bed yet? Can I? It's almost half past eight. Can I go to bed? It's my bedtime. I wanna go to bed. I WANNA GO TO BEEEED! MO-OOOM!"
Finally her mother gave up on the bills and looked down at the six-year-old girl, who crossed her arms and returned the look reproachfully.
"It's my bedtime," Alette repeated, scolding her mother for not paying attention to the hour.
Trying not to chuckle at the scowl her daughter gave her, she got up and nodded, "You're right. Did you brush your teeth?"
Alette bared her teeth and tilted her head upward for her mother to inspect.
"Hmm... I think you could do better than that. Go do it again, then I'll make your bed."
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Fingers cupped tight around his mother’s life, Timas runs: bare feet scrambling as fast as he can move them over overgrown cobbles, then sharp-shorn stalks of wheat, then the roots and rocks of the forest floor. He stumbles, once, and falls; his arm is scraped from elbow to wrist, but there is moss beneath the brunt of him, and he keeps his hands locked tight.
His mother’s life is a white-hot pinprick of light dancing between his fingers, aching to be let free. Timas holds it so tight his fingers hurt, afraid it will slip away between them; if he loses it here, in the open forest, he’ll lose it forever. It will be gone before he has a chance to catch it.
But it is safe between his palms, and he pushes himself to his feet again without letting go. Careful, careful, he runs to where the forest is deepest: to the place where the earth opens itself like the gaping maw of a great beast with teeth of chiselled stone, dark and dank and home to nothing save what he has brough
Cake or Death
This was it. The point of no return.
The two ninja warriors sat on opposite sides of the table. Negotiations had broken down. The was no way out of this. War was the only solution. A battle to the death. Winner take all. The loser would be left humiliated in the dirt for everyone to see.
This wasn’t how either wanted this to go. They were brothers after all. It wasn’t right for brothers to fight, but neither would back down.
They’re brown eyes locked. No words needed to be said. Each knew how the other thought. They had been brothers all their lives. They shared everything, from a birthday to the same little spray of freckles.
But this was too much. There was no sharing this.
“Oh for god’s sakes, boys. Just cut the last piece of cake in half,” Mom exclaimed as she brought over a knife. She cut the cake in hal