“You got more in you, I know you do!” Mr Jingles said.
My throat burned and I retched again in the corner. Sweat and tears dripped down my face. I asked for this.
“Hey, are you listening to me?” Mr Jingles asked. He was invisible. “I want you to draw a picture.”
“Yes, Mr Jingles,” I said.
I went back to my desk and sketchbook, picked up the pencil and drew. The lines didn’t make sense anymore. Their shapes came out in strange geometries that played tricks on the eye. Sometimes they would vibrate or rotate into each other. They grew bigger and smaller if I didn’t look at them.
Communication Station by Ozuchi-Kozuchi, literature
Literature
Communication Station
“Reacher Electronics, this is Sam, how may I help you? Ah, no sir, you called me, how may I help you?”
“Ah, no ma’am, you’ve reached troubleshooting , let me get you up to sales. Yes, there will be a real person, please hold.”
“Ma’am, I’m having difficulty hearing you, could you perhaps turn down the music or roll up the window?”
“My name is Sam. Yes, it’s S-A-M…no, sierra-alpha-mike. Yes- no, Sam, rhymes with ham.”
“I’m sorry, did you say it’s smoking? I- yes, I can wait…Pardon, but did you say you think you saw flames? No wait, pl
She ran, but her imagination ran faster.
Outwardly, she was a girl, an awkward and pimply teenage girl going on an evening run around the block.
But on the inside, she was a dragon slaying warrior with flowing hair and an amazing sword. She was running for training, running to a fight, or dodging the dragon's fiery exhale.
Or she was a lowly peasant girl, sent by her parents to the castle so she might get a hot meal and a bed even if she had to work hard for it. And she was running, running from the castle, hiding from the guards that accused her of treason for falling in love with the prince.
But she was just a girl with calculus homewor
Let us never forget what never happened. The roar of the bombs that never fell. The billions of lives that were never lost. The ecological damage that was never done. The wounded world that never came into being. All for the sake of retaliation against an imagined threat.
Thank God and Arkhipov that never happened.
FFM 2017, Day 5 - Epsilon by MaggiefromSpace, literature
Literature
FFM 2017, Day 5 - Epsilon
"... zeta, eta, theta," the small boy intoned. "Iota, kappa, lambda..."
Finally he reached "omega," and proudly beamed up at his teacher.
"Well done, my Prince." He looked intently at his student. At four years old, he showed great promise. He had an inquisitive mind and was eager to learn, and he was quick to grasp new things and make them his own.
"Will you read Homer to me again?" the prince asked eagerly. It was his favourite treat.
"No," his teacher replied, pulling a book from the shelf and holding it out to the boy. "This time, you will read out to me. Here, it belongs to you now."
The boy smiled and quickly hugged the book to him
If you kissed us now
Do you know what we’d taste like?
Coconut kisses
I hope you like coconut
Because we give
Coconut kisses
Those sticks of wax called Chapstick?
Hate the feel.
Vaseline?
Too boring.
Coconut kisses all the way!
I hope you like coconut
Because we give
Coconut kisses
“Um,” said Trapezium. “There’s a rhombus here to see you.”
Line-drawn-between-two-points looked up from its birthday cards. “Oh..?”
The rhombus bounced forward. “Actually I’m not a rhombus: I’m a parallel-o-gram!”
It blew on a pitch pipe.
“La..! Lalalala—la!”
It beamed at Line-drawn-between-two-points and began to sing.
“I travel parallel universes
And I keep meeting you
So here’s some news to make your day
I swear that it’s all true
In some ‘verses you’re a diamond
In many you’re a star
It’s only in this univer
There had been weeks of solitary searching—that mighty river leading him on and on—but at last Albert Braithwaite had found his heart’s desire.
And he had survived the ensuing test—those agonising days of waiting and contemplation.
But finally he had his reward! A reward beyond what he had hoped for; a reward beyond what he had ever expected!
At first he was gladdened by this good fortune but slowly he began to consider. Was this too much for one man? Did he in truth deserve to keep it all?
All day and all night, he examined his heart, and all day and all night the name of that mighty river pounded and pounded in h
FFM Day 5: Because of Him by CherryBerry545, literature
Literature
FFM Day 5: Because of Him
It was my grandfather who showed me true beauty.
Not a day goes by that I don’t remember him.
For most of my summers, when my parents were out and about, I stayed with him.
Life back then was simple and pure, as it should be.
Under the shade of that big oak tree in the yard, he regaled tales of the stars.
Every evening was spent staring up at the endless void above us.
Not once did I thank him for all he did for me.
Come winter, he was gone, and it was too late.
Eleven years without him, and I still reminisce in those nights. Because of him.
It's the little things that get to me. Wading through mud that reaches past my chest, fighting against the legs of horses, never being able to see the enemy coming over the walls.
I try to get my party to accommodate me but I can see the problems coming up again when the GM sets up a battle in the middle of a field of tall grass. He must have it in for me because he never seems to remember that one very simple but very important fact:
Being a dwarf means you're short.
Thank you for reaching out to me and asking me to have my work included in your group! If you want, I have a few more drabbles and works with word count of between 100 to 200 words.