Wired-in Sunshine

Written for this prompt at r/WritingPrompts.

The comment is here on the sub.

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Naomi scrolled through yesterday’s accumulation. They were darker today than usual. Almost all of them were depression, uselessness, fear, nervousness, frustration. The spot below the hairline on the back of her neck tingled. She reached behind and rubbed as close to the spot as possible, taking care not to touch the cable that connected to the source of her emotions. It felt like a large lump of hair being shifted around if it touched anything while she was plugged in.

Warmth seeped through her fingers from the mug of coffee. Opening a new window, she began a list of the lightest emotions that had come in. The first on the list was a tiny amount of frustration. The donor was a regular. He got frustrated really easily but could let go of it just as easily. He’d made five separate donations yesterday alone. She’d spotted a burning shade of red anger and wondered if she wanted to experience that again. A singular experience had left her entire flower bed in ruins.

If she could feel exasperated by herself she would have sighed, at least, according to what she knew about the feeling. She sipped her coffee and continued to scroll instead.

Recognize

via Daily Prompt: Recognize

Tremble

via Daily Prompt: Tremble

Clarity: A Collection of Flash Fiction

In response to The Daily Post’s prompt, Clarity.

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That Four-letter Word

Identical

Here’s my entry for the FictionBD writing competition 2015. It didn’t get chosen for round 2, but I wanted to share it. Enjoy! And do leave some feedback!

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Miro and Lyre stood together on the bridge over the railway; Lyre a pace in front and a bit to Miro’s left, at the very edge. His mere presence made Miro uneasy.

Wall of Glass

Verse and Fables

There is a wall of glass between us. Did you know?

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There were times at which she felt as if he was the only one in the world she ever needed. Like when he made her laugh like a baby being tickled, when his words sounded like a melody not because he sang but because no one had something like that to her in a long time.

That is how it starts, right? With innocence?

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Flangiprop

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Flangiprop!.”

Hope Cahill was facing the biggest predicament of her life. On the world’s biggest scavenger hunt, she’d been chased by the Japanese Yakuza, been buried alive in a cave in Korea, and had been poisoned, but nothing had made her feel as desperate as she felt at this moment.

Smile. Because It Happened.

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
― Dr. Seuss

Both her feet used to fit on a single gray tile. The ceilings looked imposing and felt untouchable. The chairs were too big for her small frame, and the tables felt too high for comfort. Sometimes agoraphobia kicked in when she was alone in the rooms. The lights sometimes hurt her eyes. The sheer number of stairs on the way to the roof made her legs ache every time she climbed them to get lunch.

Window

She sits at the table in the attic and sifts through her memories. Perhaps she’ll find something worth remembering. It might be something happy, or sad, or even scary. She only wants something memorable. There could be something there that she’s missed in all her years.

Serial. Period.

Warning. If you are reading this post you are officially part of the experiment.

Lol. Just kidding.

So, I am doing this post for the pure intention of letting you know about the top secret experiment I’m running. No I’m not. I’m just writing to announce that I will be doing a… I wouldn’t call it a book review… my thoughts on the books I’ve read in 2014.

Yup. That’s it.

Done. Done. Done.

Wait.

I didn’t tell you about the experiment…