Decisions When I was 12 years old, I would visit a hidden village. I say village due to its location. The houses were modern enough, but they just happened to be surrounded by trees and over-growth. It reminded me of a post-apocalyptic movie “the town that time forgot” or something like that. On one such […]
Category: Fleeting Narrative
“The timed trial has ended. All the contestants are taking a moment to congratulate one another on their effort in the contest. A few of the parents are packing the experiments into display boxes while the judges are convening. This timed contest happens on the same day of the year at the same time every
A Hundred Buttons I heard some shuffling around in Mum’s room so I went to inventagate. There I found her going through her closet pulling out sweaters, skirts, scarves, pants, shorts, leggings, shoes. As each item came out she mumbled something under her breath and threw it in a growing pile on her bed. Lilybunny
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