When she started out, many months before, she had never thought she’d be able to pull it off. But she was no longer afraid.
There had been times she had almost given up. All the lying, the sneaking around. But today she once more managed to continue to smile to whoever she met. Walking in and out. Slowly, but not too slow. Making sure not to catch any attention
Today was her last day. Her final day. It all came down to these last three, The Sorrows of Young Werther by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen, and Flatland by Edwin Abbott. When she started out, many months before, she had never thought she’d be able to pull it off. But she was no longer afraid. As the months passed, as her visits to the library remained unnoticed, her boldness had grown beyond proportions she had ever dreamt of. At first she had taken just one book at the time. Maybe she had gotten sloppy as the month passed and nobody ever stopped her. Her own house was filled to the brim with books by now, carefully sorted and catalogued over the months. Her collection was pretty much complete. Except for these these three slim, but weighty classics. Continue reading “One Book at the Time :: Original Short Story”
Sometimes it’s good to read the between the lines.
Terms of the Real Unicorn Deal (Unicorn Inc.)
- The unicorn will be delivered at agreed upon time and place. (Changes after signing of the contract can no longer be accepted, due to the high interstellar administrative costs.)
- Unicorns may differ. Unicorn Inc. is not responsible for biological, emotional, aesthetic or social differences. (What you get is what you get, basically.)
- Unicorn remains property of itself, irrespective of local legal rules regarding animals. (Please be aware unicorns dislike being called animals.)
- This deal instantly becomes void when these terms are broken. (All involvement of Unicorn Inc. will be categorically denied, both in Kantian and non-Kantian sense.)
- Anything you say or do, in any universe and in both future and the past, can and will be used against you. (This includes that time you hit your little brother.)
- Unicorn Inc. does not take any responsibility for anything the unicorn does or doesn’t do. (There is no way you can reach us to voice complaints. Any way you will try to contact us, is useless.)
- Unicorns will be returned to Unicorn Inc in the following circumstances:
- When unicorn so desires (free will remains with unicorn, unicorns are stubborn and will see through any attempt to make them go back.)
- When the time of the contract is fully served (unless the unicorn wishes to remain, free of charge.)
- When terms of this agreement are broken (to be decided by Unicorn Inc.)
- This deal goes into effect the moment funds are wired to Unicorn Inc. at which time all terms of this agreement are agreed upon.
Continue reading “The Agency of Unicorns (please read before buying) :: Flash Fiction”
All he wanted was to be normal. But it was a good thing he was trying to get help, right?
“I would like to check myself in.” Ben held on to the counter. Sweat was forming on his forehead. He knew this was the right thing to do, but that didn’t make it any easier.
The nurse looked him over, and handed him a piece of paper and a pen. “Please take a seat and fill out the form. We’ll be with you in a moment.” Continue reading “You Do Know You Sound A Bit Mad, Don’t You? :: Original Short Story”
Writers don’t judge, they describe, Anne Enright says. “I am interested in the way that things that are latent become known.”
For some time I’ve been involved in something called ‘Write Club’, an initiative of some fellow short-story writers who felt it’s good to push yourself to write and edit more in order to bring yourself to a higher level as a writer, while doing this as part of a group trying to do the same thing. Continue reading “Anne Enright Writing Prompt”
A short fiction story by Nicole des Bouvrie. Can something be good, when you do it for no reason?
It wasn’t easy. Life was never really going to make things easy, was it?
Lara walked among the flowers and felt sad. So many beautiful flowers. So many colours. And every time she thought she had found the most beautiful one, she looked up and found another one that had just that little extra something. How was she ever going to choose?
Continue reading “The Girl and the Leprechaun :: Original Short Story”
“Jacob, listen. You need to tell me what happened.”
The boy was sitting in a corner, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He moved back and forth, to a rhythm only noticeable to him.
Richard shook his head. How were they supposed to get any information out of this kid? It wasn’t like they’d just give him some cookies and he’d spill the beans.
Continue reading “The Dogs – Original Short Story”
In a world far far away, in a galaxy that doesn’t exist, and in a time that is already forgotten, there was a man…
So I wrote a story today, in response to a 24-hour challenge. The prompt was ‘a robot that falls in love with its owner’. I was talking to someone over in an online writers group I’m part of, and he kind of challenged me to write fantasy. So I thought of the most crazy thing I could think of and wrote a short flash fiction story (of about 500 words).
A story which, I’m happy to report, many people seem to like, as it was awarded special curation. So, if cryptocurrency is real, it will be my best paid piece of writing so far.
You can read the full story here, for free: