Apollo woke late. 7:15. His sister Dawn was long gone — and he had overslept. In full panic, he raced outside to the stables of Mount Olympus, where his fiery steeds would be waiting. He shouldn’t have worried. High above the horizon, an ancient Egyptian dung beetle had been called into service, and it was… Read more »
Gloria put her ledger in the secret compartment, under the false bottom of her desk drawer. She locked the drawer with a key she wore around her neck, and then set the security alarm by the door. Lunch would be the usual: a jelly sandwich on a park bench across the street. The butterflies were… Read more »
If you think it’s easy to lug a typewriter across the country, you’re wrong. But I don’t mind. I’m not complaining! I’m simply thrilled to have access to this wondrous new technology. My editor is, too. He was getting tired of trying to decipher my garish scrawl — especially when he had to read through… Read more »
Create an ocean Of dreams, and musical notes Brush sand from your sheets Prompt: random words. Noted, dream, enjoy, make, create, ocean
Of course, we were sad when all the men shipped off to war. They sailed to all four corners of the world … the Orient. North Africa. Germany. France. My own beau, Rupert, was stationed in the Philippines. He wrote to me almost every day, long letters of sadness and solitude, from a tin barracks… Read more »
Freda was born skinny. 4 pounds, 5 ounces. She wasn’t the smallest baby ever born, obviously, but she was the smallest ever recorded in her particular family — which alarmed her grandparents, who gasped when they saw her and immediately demanded that her formula be supplemented with Carnation evaporated milk. When they held her, they secretly… Read more »
The monster seemed cute at first. He was small, and furry, with big brown eyes that gazed soulfully at her. When she picked him up, he nuzzled affectionately against her, stroking her cheek and her breast with his little paw. At night, when the moon rose, he purred like a kitten. She named him Liam…. Read more »
He painted the canvas black, with a white balloon and a slash of red. He titled it, “Mom.” A two-sentence story, based on a prompt from Flash Fiction: Mix-and-Match Writing Prompts: A homesick painter remembers his younger self.
The Data Analyst
Heevin Zuckerman squeezed himself into his man suit. Every morning he had to go through the same rigorous process of dressing for work. He folded in his 8-foot tentacles, forced the air out of his thoracic bladder, and sliced off his carbon monoxide stress antenna. That part hurt a little, like breaking a nail, but… Read more »
The Chapel of Love
Everyone assembled in the chapel of love. The mall was under renovation, because of the Somali bombings of 2017, so the wedding package was half-price. “No one was killed, after all,” the bride’s mother said. “Only a few mannequins were destroyed. We might as well take advantage.” The groom was tall, and thin, and shaky even… Read more »
[aesop_image imgwidth=”25%” img=”http://corrinekenner.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Alchemy.jpg” align=”center” lightbox=”on” captionposition=”left”] M o D e R n A l C h E m Y SUBTITLE: The elixir of life that quickens my death And also causes acne POEM: Carbonated water, refresh me Caramel color, entice me Aspartame, quiet me Phosphoric acid, preserve me Potassium benzoate, protect me from all… Read more »
Cloudy mountains roll. Fields of shoreline sweep. Oceans look like home.
I’ll tell you a story, but I’ll have to tell you telepathically, because I don’t speak aloud. Are you ready? Okay. Here we go.
When I lifted my arm, the clouds rolled. Black shadows shook the tower walls and crashed onto the rocks below. Mars barely looked up from the book he was reading, a history of World War IV. “Lean in,” he muttered. “Use your shoulder.” I tried again. This time, lightning struck, incinerating the pages in his… Read more »
At night, I breathe water. The wind carries it through my window, stirring the curtains and waking the cat. Oceans, rivers, lakes, ponds. Salty. Oily. Scaley. Sour. The smell soaks my sheets, my pillow, my skin. On stormy nights, my bed is rocked with turbulence from distant shores. Love and lust and longing bang against… Read more »