Tag Archives: Schmoth
Fragrance
I thought it had been lost, these memories. Try as I might, I could barely remember my home while I was in America. My memories were all blurry visions and muffled voices. Now, as the automatic doors shuff open, a … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXIV
Live Schmoth: Warm and War
Welcome to another installment of the live schmoth, written by myself, Edren Sumagaysay, and Allan Aquino. I managed to “obtain” their stories again (tee hee). We had a ten-minute cap on our writing time. Our topics this time were “Warm” … Continue reading
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Books
Before Bebe goes to bed, she reads a book. When she wakes up, Bebe reads a book then, too. Most people tell Bebe not to read so much. They say it will hurt her eyes or that she’ll get flabby … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXII
Sacrifice
Ginny and I killed our baby today. I wasn’t there, but I was in the waiting room, pacing around. It never existed, not really, but I don’t think that’s what really grips my insides and shakes them around. No, it’s … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXII
Glitterdust
You are in a deep, dark forest. The animals cautiously surround your group. They are not used to seeing people and you may be the only humans to enter so deep inside and live to tell the tale. You cut … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXI
Clint Pereira
Clint. Meaning: “fenced settlement.” Also synonymous with westerns. Word of advice: don’t laugh around his mule. Mule doesn’t like it. Thinks you’re laughing at him. Pereira. Meaning: “peartree.” Pereiras got around, like really got around. “Pereira” is like the “Smith” … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XXI
Green
I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, so I decided to go by ship. Maryland has treated me well over the years, but I need a change of scenery. So, to Ireland I go. My dad was disappointed I didn’t want … Continue reading
Filed under Novel, Session XIX
Dreams
If I had a dime for every time I had this dream, I would shoot myself. I’m walking down a hallway and Sadie is sitting there with blood on her hands. Sometimes she says it’s her own blood. Sometimes it’s … Continue reading
Filed under Novel, Session XIX
Summer Kisses
After that awkward kiss with Sadie, I needed something harder than wine to keep my head clear. “I’m sorry,” Sadie whispered. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” “That was my first kiss.” “Why are you telling me that?” I stepped … Continue reading
Filed under Novel, Session XIX
