It had been four months since I'd last had a full conversation with her. I loved her more than I did whilst I was talking to her back in those sun drenched summer days. Now here I was in the days of winter, walking home from this decaying high school in bum fuck Omaha. A … Continue reading Microfiction: Four months later
Flash fiction: Four months later
It had been four months since I'd last had a full conversation with her. I loved her more than I did whilst I was talking to her back in those sun drenched summer days. Now here I was in the days of winter, walking home from this decaying high school in bum fuck Omaha. A … Continue reading Flash fiction: Four months later
Microfiction: one more personal demon on the list
It was summer, an Omaha summer, I hated the sun. My black pyjama t-shirt was soaked with sweat and I felt dizzy, the sun's rays broke through my blinds, whilst I talked to her; her being Elena Kitt, I 'd been talking to her for half of the school year now. I was in my … Continue reading Microfiction: one more personal demon on the list
Flash fiction: One more personal demon on the list
It was summer, an Omaha summer, I hated the sun. My black pyjama t-shirt was soaked with sweat and I felt dizzy, the sun's rays broke through my blinds, whilst I talked to her; her being Elena Kitt, I 'd been talking to her for half of the school year now. I was in my … Continue reading Flash fiction: One more personal demon on the list
Microfiction: It’s failed and there isn’t much that can be done
I hated most things; though I found solace in solitude and writing, as well as music. I sat up in my room, listening to The Smiths The queen is dead loudly. I knew that education had failed me, the teachers so damn carefree had with carelessness fucked about with education and now here I was … Continue reading Microfiction: It’s failed and there isn’t much that can be done
Flash fiction: It’s failed and there isn’t much that can be done
I hated most things; though I found solace in solitude and writing, as well as music. I sat up in my room, listening to The Smiths The queen is dead loudly. I knew that education had failed me, the teachers so damn carefree had with carelessness fucked about with education and now here I was … Continue reading Flash fiction: It’s failed and there isn’t much that can be done
Microfiction: Just another overly romanticised lake
The lake was unpleasant. That was the only way Mitchell Wright could put it. "Oh my god you still like her don't you?" Sherrie Bluewood said to Mitchell, who sighed feeling stupid for what he had said. "Baby I don't I just said we got to know each other more recently." "Bullshit you liked her months … Continue reading Microfiction: Just another overly romanticised lake
Flash fiction: Just another overly romanticised lake
The lake was unpleasant. That was the only way Mitchell Wright could put it. "Oh my god you still like her don't you?" Sherrie Bluewood said to Mitchell, who sighed feeling stupid for what he had said. "Baby I don't I just said we got to know each other more recently." "Bullshit you liked her months … Continue reading Flash fiction: Just another overly romanticised lake
Flash fiction Prevailing domesticity
The Dammermen's sat at the dining room table inside their Omaha household, the rest of their family sat there as well, all together, eerily happy- all was right. It was December 25th 2014 the turkey had been cut and the family had reunited. Louise Dammermen's drug addled brother- Desmond who had recently been got divorced … Continue reading Flash fiction Prevailing domesticity
Microfiction: Prevailing domesticity
The Dammermen's sat at the dining room table inside their Omaha household, the rest of their family sat there as well, all together, eerily happy- all was right. It was December 25th 2014 the turkey had been cut and the family had reunited. Louise Dammermen's drug addled brother- Desmond who had recently been got divorced … Continue reading Microfiction: Prevailing domesticity
Ben Brizell 