Three by three by three. Three to link. Three to strengthen. Three to transport. That’s what I remember. That’s what I learned in school. It’s what I talked about with... With me? With Ayra. But I am Ayra. But I am Caél. But I am... Me. Us. Nine names. Which am I? I thought it … Continue reading Beyond
Tag: short web fiction
No Word for Goodbye
In a public space, like this café, there was no real privacy. At any moment a person that they didn’t know could view them, sitting there together, sharing their time. If someone made the effort, he could lean over and hear the contents of their conversation. Yet of course nobody did: their conversation wasn’t that … Continue reading No Word for Goodbye
Puzzle Box
He opened his chest to show her his heart. She did not react as he expected. Among the line of people to whom he had revealed this part of himself, none had reacted in a positive manner. He was used to polite grimaces, or blank stares, or even disgust and irritation. Most of his partners … Continue reading Puzzle Box
I’ll Try
Last night, I had a dream that I killed my own daughter. In the dream, I walked down a hall of doors. There were so many doors that there hardly seemed to be space for the walls between them. Some of them were open, leaking out their light and the sounds of activity therein. In … Continue reading I’ll Try
The Stone
Marc had a magic stone. He knew it was magical, when he first saw it, because of its impeccable beauty. By some force, natural or supernatural, it had been formed into a perfect sphere, with sides so smooth that, though it was but mundane rock, it reflected the light and the world as clearly as … Continue reading The Stone
Part of It
She wanted everything to be perfect. Not in life, or in everything, but just for this one party. If she could make that happen, maybe other things would start to follow. Maybe, if she made this party go well, she could start to make the rest of her life go well, too. So Gina put … Continue reading Part of It
Touch Him
We had sex. We didn’t plan to do it. If anything, we actively planned against it. Not out loud, mind — that’s not the sort of thing you discuss out loud, any more than you discuss planning to have sex. No, our planning was furtive and silent, made up of subtle glances and faint shakes … Continue reading Touch Him
Mr. Frumbleton
Mr. Frumbleton lived alone in a single-floor house at the end of the road. The house, like him, was a relic of decades past. Its design and the interior decor were outdated. It lacked central air, and was therefore insufferably warm in the blistering summer temperatures of the modern climate. The outer layer of his … Continue reading Mr. Frumbleton
Bridge
Today's post is even shorter than normal because a friend is visiting me. Yay! They built a bridge between them. They did it together — neither one nor the other built the structure in its entirety. As such, it was made of a combination of their styles and favored materials. His: white, plain stones, large … Continue reading Bridge
Drowning
There are things which the body needs that it will strive for regardless of the risks. With strength born of a primal urge, it will pursue these things, even if the mind that governs it resists with what little strength it has. The body knows what it needs in order to survive, and when it … Continue reading Drowning
Daydreams 