Microfiction
Where Art Meets Real Life
One sultry evening in the south of Spain, a very good Spanish friend invited me out for a few drinks. He took me to a place near the local airport called Vaj69. The name seemed to have sexual connotations, and yet, from the outside, it appeared to be a respectable hotel of no ill repute.
By Liam Ireland3 years ago in Fiction
Monkey and Bananas
Once upon a time, in a lush and vibrant jungle teeming with life, there lived a mischievous monkey named Oliver. His sleek brown fur and playful eyes endeared him to the inhabitants of the jungle. But Oliver was known far and wide for his insatiable love of bananas, the golden fruit that adorned the abundant trees in the jungle.
By ALI HASSAN3 years ago in Fiction
Dancing with Distraction
Maya was young and beautiful. She grabbed the attention of art critics at such an early age that no one among her friends could ever expect it. I was one of those who were shocked to see an article about her work in the most acclaimed art magazine in the city. It reminded me of that Maya, who was so desperate to find a peaceful place to set up her studio two years ago. Whenever I called her, she complained about the noisy surroundings of her studio. She talked about the numerous distractions that had become a source of her frustration with her creative pursuits. She complained that she failed to focus due to her unquenchable curiosity, which often led her mind astray. Her thoughts would wander like a mesmerizing dance, drifting from one idea to another, occasionally leaving her struggling to focus on her art. In addition to her inner chaos, the noise of the city, the horns of the cars, and the humming of the crowds from morning until late at night did not allow her to give a single stroke of a brush to her canvas for months.
By Adil Seemab3 years ago in Fiction
No Regrets
“Hurry, shut the trunk!” Sammy hollers from the front seat. The car is running, and the exhaust is hot on my leg. I shut it with one swift movement and bound to the passenger seat. My stomach is flipping over like I’m on one of those rides that shoots up and down, The Hollywood Tower of Terror, I think it is.
By Heather Foster3 years ago in Fiction
