Flash Fiction . QuinTale-02
The First Day In Which: Pooh and Piglet Attend School
On 15 Oct 2018 by BerylOne day Winnie-the-Pooh and his good friend Piglet decided to go to school. Off they went through the forest, walking together hand in hand till they reached the schoolyard. It was the first day at school. Everyone was busy getting ready for the admission to the new semester. Pooh and Piglet found themselves in a
Flash Fiction . QuinTale-02
A Night to Remember In Which: Pooh and Piglet Meet an Alien
On 15 Oct 2018 by BerylOne evening Winnie-the-Pooh hurried to his good friend Piglet’s house. Piglet was working in his garden tending the plants and admiring the flowers. In the center of his little yard bloomed in all its glory and splendor, Flora amicitia, the rarest flower in the world. “Come Piglet, we must go quickly to the meadow!” said
Flash Fiction . QuinTale-02
An Amazing Adventure In Which: Pooh and Piglet Go Hiking
On 14 Oct 2018 by BerylOne day Winnie-the-Pooh and his good friend Piglet were sitting together when Piglet said, “Why don’t we go hiking?” “Where shall we go?” asked Pooh. “How about Skyhigh Mountain? The whole world is visible from the top.” “We shall go tomorrow then!” said Pooh. Though Pooh did not like hiking, he was happy to go
Poetry
A Philosopher’s Thoughts
On 9 Oct 2018 by BerylA night heron stands in meditation By the blue shore of a wintry lake, A butterfly flutters in a trance Upon the flowery eyes of spring, Golden vipers dance in remote forests In the silent sunburst of still afternoons, Hares go romping in summer glades Like waltzing wind blown leaves, Swifts speed through the fragrant
Flash Fiction . QuinTale-01
2051: A Child’s Nightmare
On 24 Sep 2018 by BerylI am in an empty room. Lying on the floor. Maybe I am asleep. Gradually the walls begin to crumble as though the whole world is falling apart. As the bricks turn into dust, the door opens and I find myself in the middle of a street. I am surrounded by people. Hundreds and thousands,
Flash Fiction . QuinTale-01
The Ball of Life
On 18 Sep 2018 by BerylThere was a knock on my door. I opened it and he was there. Vitaglobulus citorotatus ambulocanthus brutum. I did not know that before, but that is what I found out he was. A living spherical fast-rotating mobile wheel-like creature. Indeed, he had the appearance of any ball you see the children playing with, as
Flash Fiction . Guest Posts
A Surreal Suspension
On 18 Sep 2018 by BerylH., the famous fishing magnate, who supplied fish to the gourmet chefs in town, and made the palates of pescatarians pulse with delight, walked towards the old suspension bridge. It spanned the broad river whose waters had made him rich and celebrated throughout the country. His legendary ability to introduce all kinds of exotic and
Flash Fiction
The Vanishing
On 12 Sep 2018 by BerylTonight is my last in prison. Tomorrow at first light I will be executed. I am accused of the heinous crime of uxoricide and condemned to death by electrocution. Though I am an abhorrent man in the eyes of the world, I am indeed innocent. Like the angelic lamb I am sent to the slaughter
Poetry
she who makes my heart flutter
On 11 Sep 2018 by Berylshe who makes my heart flutter like flames & butterfly wings in her smile has my soul found the eternal sunshine of life the warm touch of the sky, and the blue tenderness of distance melting liquid gaze of her eyes like waterfalls in secluded forests white songs of passionate silence before the delight of
Flash Fiction . Guest Posts
An Eerie Encounter
On 9 Sep 2018 by BerylOn a late Sunday afternoon, five friends gathered at the Professor’s house for their customary meeting. They held their Sunday confab like clockwork since their youthful days. At their get-together, the friends entertained each other with motley stories from their lives. They would settle comfortably in their chairs sipping hot black tea. As the conversation
Poetry
The Wanderer
On 8 Sep 2018 by BerylI went wandering all alone Like a river through a vale I lay somewhere like a stone A leaf grown yellow and pale Days passed away like pouring rain Years hurried on like blowing wind I saw the sun set and rise again But found not the end, not the end. Flowers blossomed and fell,
Guest Posts . Short Stories
The Golem; or, Stranded on the Edge of Oblivion
On 7 Sep 2018 by BerylIt was a strange year, of dark suns and light rains, when unholy clouds swarmed in the ultramarine expanse of tortuous skies. The air was filled with ominous portents, the earth crawled with sinistrous disquiet. They called it the year of the Minotaur, and like the fantastical beast, it demanded blood from all. Three hundred
Flash Fiction . Guest Posts
An Aerial Departure
On 6 Sep 2018 by BerylHe told me all the time “We have to get out of here.” I knew him since childhood; we were best friends. We grew up in an immense city, a sea of concrete, where the billboards were greener than the grass. His favorite activity was to rescue little plants trapped in a lifeless landscape and
Flash Fiction . Guest Posts
Remote Incarceration
On 5 Sep 2018 by BerylThere came a time in the life of Alpheus when he announced to his friend, “We have to get out of here.” His friend, as usual remained silent. Alpheus was accustomed to voicing all his thoughts with his rather reticent friend, Zebulon. But he did not mind, for he was elated he had someone to
Flash Fiction . Guest Posts
The Man-child
On 4 Sep 2018 by BerylLet me tell you about the man-child I met at the park. I call him the man-child because he looked like a boy, but spoke like a man, albeit, a strange one. Small and rotund like a new-born infant but articulating like an old man, he seemed to have got stuck in a limbo of
Flash Fiction . Guest Posts
The Consolation of Amnesia
On 4 Sep 2018 by Beryl1 AM in the morning. Casper wakes up to find Cornelia; his wife is not asleep beside him. He hears faint unfamiliar voices downstairs. He gets up, walks down the stairway. His wife is in the kitchen arranging glasses on a tray. The scent of freshly brewed coffee permeates the air. On seeing Casper, Cornelia
Guest Posts . Short Stories
The Flight of Friendship
On 4 Sep 2018 by BerylHer name was Eidolon. She worked at the toy store in the airport lobby. Her face was round, and her eyes were large and liquid like the eyes of a newborn. She looked so dainty and delicate that she was often mistaken for a mannequin or a doll. Indeed, she was more comfortable among the
Guest Posts . Short Stories
The Great Humbling
On 4 Sep 2018 by Beryl“Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall” (Book of Proverbs, 16:18). Dr. N. Crutak, the Chief of Quality Control at the airport, was a very famous man. He had written his Ph.D. dissertation in a span of six months, entitled A Systematic Analysis of Benefits: A Philosophical Discourse on the Multiple