There are two sides to everyone
So Close
You’re so close, yet so far
What my heart would give
To finally feel at home
And a picture that might not make much sense here
It Was Eventful, Pt 1
I’m not sure how I’ve let 10 days go by without writing but somehow it happened. I guess I’ve been busy. I have back to back trips this week, I was camping over the weekend and now I have just a little bit of downtime before going to California.
To try and make up for my lack of content here are some pictures from the camping trip this weekend.
#1434
“Are they dancing?”
“Malfunctioning.” Brant muttered over his cigarette.
The two soldiers watched from behind the bushes.
“Are these the last ones?”
“Should be. They’re robots, they can’t reproduce.”
The private charged up his laser gun. “Let’s go.”
#1434 didn’t understand.
The men and their lasers raced across the empty lot. #1434 was sure it felt something forming inside but what exactly escaped it’s wire body and central unit.
#1434 tapped a small collection of garbage cans. ‘Time to wake up’. The garbage cans, one piled on top of another, jerked it’s spindly arms.
#1434 had given life to #1435.
Word Count: 100
For Friday Fictioneers
Memory is a Vapor
Memory is a vapor
Settling on my skin
Giving rise
To what has been
It’s tendrils curl
Inviting
Choking
Allowing me to feel
What only just appeared.
RDP Prompt: Vapor
Corrupt
I’m useless
I’m nothing
Everything I give
I let slip through my fingers
Dangle on the wind
While I wish away
Everything I’ve known
To hold it again
RDP: Corrupt (corrupt thoughts?)
Fear
My fear is a vice
Holding my feet hostage
Dragging me from the pier
To the darkest un-realities
Error
Errors I know well
More literally
They mean wandering
Meandering
Through a life
The outcome not specified
RDP: Error
I’m not sure this even makes sense outside my head
Possession
I imagine the breeze rustling the trinkets dangling above me. I even hear them in some distant space, clanking against each other ruefully. I can see them battling for space, a place to occupy my mind.
I remember watching TV. Knights clashed their swords together for the attention of some distant maiden. Sunlight carves stark lines across my single mattress like the scales of a dragon’s belly.
I’m careful with this one possession. I lay still but not for long out of fear my waif body will destroy it.
I sink into the lines, willing the beast to devour me.
Word Count: 100
For Friday Fictioneers
A Moment
I press my back into the brick. Vibrations pulse through it, controlling my heartbeat.
What am I doing here? And how do I explain?
The beat tapers but I’m racked with questions. I don’t notice the steady thumps gone silent or the crowd dispersing into the night.
I have to decide. Blind faith carried me this far, my feet can stumble a few more steps.
Scared but resolved, I fling myself from the wall. But I’m halted as I come face to face with my anxiety.
Then I see your eyes. The world stills if only for a second.
For the flash fiction challenge at Carrot Ranch
Word: Interlude