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Tag Archives: Prose

It Comes With a Pickle

He gets so sick of those people with their happy lives and their normal jobs on solid ground. He gets so angry when he’s seen by no one, moving state to state leaving no trace, Mr. Inconsequential mattering to nobody nowhere.

Posted byAly Writes1st Mar 20212nd Mar 2021Posted inFlash Fiction, ProseTags:Flash, Murder, ProseLeave a comment on It Comes With a Pickle

Buried Alive

She feels it beating at its cage like desperate fists pounding inside a coffin that’s been closed too soon, buried too soon.

Posted byAly Writes23rd Feb 202123rd Feb 2021Posted inMicro Fiction, Prose, TravelTags:Anxiety, Current Events, Human Condition, Prose, TravelLeave a comment on Buried Alive

He’s a Catch

He’s clever. He’s handsome. He makes you feel at ease. That’s your Brandon, he’s a catch!

Posted byAly Writes5th Feb 20215th Feb 2021Posted inFlash Fiction, Humor, ProseTags:Flash, Funny, ProseLeave a comment on He’s a Catch

(Tongue) In (Cheek) Memoriam

Those of you who were near and dear to Eleanor are well aware that she aged far beyond her years, and although young-ish on paper, in practice she was senior to us all.

Posted byAly Writes1st Feb 20211st Feb 2021Posted inHumor, My Life, ProseTags:Funny, Prose, RoommatesLeave a comment on (Tongue) In (Cheek) Memoriam

Roommate For Sale

Everything changed the day I called that number.

Posted byAly Writes20th Jan 202120th Jan 2021Posted inFlash Fiction, Humor, Photography, ProseTags:Current Events, Flash, Funny, Photography, Prose, Quarantine, RoommatesLeave a comment on Roommate For Sale

Be Chill My Beating Heart

I thought about him all day, kicking myself for not asking his name. I had no idea I’d have another chance.

Posted byAly Writes17th Jan 202117th Jan 2021Posted inHumor, Micro FictionTags:Bakery Life, Flash, Funny, ProseLeave a comment on Be Chill My Beating Heart

Cuthbert Could Not Abide

If there was one thing Cuthbert could not abide, it was helping yourself to something that wasn’t yours.

Posted byAly Writes21st Dec 202021st Dec 2020Posted inFlash Fiction, Humor, ProseTags:Flash, Funny, Murder, ProseLeave a comment on Cuthbert Could Not Abide

A Nightmare Thankfully Unfulfilled

On a 20 hour bus ride through jungle and desert, the bathroom will be vile. But don’t let that stop you.

Posted byAly Writes17th Dec 202017th Dec 2020Posted inBolivia, Humor, My Life, Prose, TravelTags:Anecdotes, Bolivia, Funny, Photography, Prose, TravelLeave a comment on A Nightmare Thankfully Unfulfilled

To Escape the Lurking Darkness

I whisper my confessions to the lake that holds my secrets.

Posted byAly Writes13th Dec 202013th Dec 2020Posted inProse, The LakeTags:Anxiety, Human Condition, Photography, Prose, TherapyLeave a comment on To Escape the Lurking Darkness
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