Tag: micro-fiction

Time to Plan
I’m traveling back in time to stop a crime. We’re not suppose to do this, but imagine you knew something, and you could change everything. All your future suffering would be ended with one intervention. I see myself and yell, “Don’t do it!” I watch myself disappear into time again. 

Playing Chicken
A friend and I, rode our bikes into traffic. Pedaling hard against the current of speeding cars. The doppler effect of horns blended into his screams. Sounds of metal squealing, bending, releasing energy into the crunch of bones. Smelling those mechanical fumes, and his blood, reminded me of the slaughterhouse