December 14, 2014

Thing Yarns # 3 - Commit


On her wedding day, all she could see was her right finger adorned with a gold circle that was not quite a circle. One side is a little bent, the other side a bit scratched. It is a lightweight heirloom passed on to her, a 32-year-old member of the family’s third generation. But it carries a world that, when painted, shows a frightening mixture of commitment, love, faith, hope and friendship. She also saw another ring, equally uncharacteristic, but with almost similar tiny dents and scratches. Then she looked up and saw that the world is not that frightening anymore.

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(Thin Yarns is my amateur attempt at “flash fiction.” I was inspired by Logo-Ligi’s Friday Fictioneers posts and The Sill of the World’s Week in Seven Words.)

November 2, 2014

Did you know that the Bible was once upon a time a banned book?

Bible
When I was young with a lot of free time, I voluntarily read the entire Old Testament of my cousin’s Bible that has eye-friendly text and stick figures for illustrations. It was covered with black leather and when opened, it was about half a meter in length. I would spread it on my study table and read it after school, in the evenings. I finished the Old Testament in less than two weeks.

November 1, 2014

Thin Yarns #2 - Noise


The noise is awful, deafening. I bow my head, pushing down the confusing gurgle of emotions. I look down, trying to distract myself with the ants crawling near my toes, lining in order, unfeeling, free from complications. The chosen distraction is not enough. The noise—an angry exchange of what is right and what is wrong—is possessed with tones sufficient enough to poke my heart, grate my nerves, make me crazy inside. Then I begin to talk with myself, in my head: Is there something wrong with me? What did I do this time? Can you please stop? The noise ends, silence reigns. Deafening. The tension is still in the air. Sharp. Harsh. Painful.


I need to get out of here.

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(Thin Yarns is my amateur attempt at "flash fiction." I was inspired by Logo-Ligi's Friday Fictioneers posts and The Sill of the World's Week in Seven Words.)

October 30, 2014

Thin Yarns # 1 - Amuse



flash fiction

Like mushrooms towering over grass and roots and stone and peppered with morning dew, these tents grow like giants in red and white stripes looking down with a cryptic grin over women and children and dogs and surrounded by men in awe. The fun and excitement, crudeness and cruelty come in two bright alternate colors, as a pack of weirdness and misunderstood begins a promised performance of a lifetime. The quirky rendition ends after a prolonged applause and a shower of thorny roses under a blinding spotlight, crowd pleasers march back to their dark rooms, with nary a word to each other, like a wounded squad counting the steps, each a defining moment, to its execution chamber. But the ghosts can hear the quiet sighs.


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(Thin Yarns is my amateur attempt at "flash fiction." I was inspired by Logo-Ligi’s Friday Fictioneers posts and The Sill of the World’s Week in Seven Words.)

October 27, 2014

A reader is not really a reader until he reads at least one play in his lifetime

reading plays

There is a fictional story going on in my mind and it goes like this:

Once upon a time, there was a teenage girl with a room full of books. Her collection was eclectic and she did nothing but read day in, day out. It was a living dream.