Morby al reves, es decir, MarleenMargaret y Eileen se encontraban trabajando en la cafetería, pero como no había ningún alma alrededor empezaron a conversar.Morby al reves, es decir, Marleen16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
-¿Quieres ir a mi departamento esta noche a jugar?- dijo Eileen
-No puedo esta noche, voy a ir a ver a Mordecai en el parque ahorita y lo voy a invitar a salir
-¿En serio?- dijo Eileen en un tono molesto
Eileen sabía que Mordecai el arrendajo era un chico cualquiera, que por más que saliera Margaret con él nunca se fijaría en su mejor amiga, solo la hacía pasar malos ratos por demostrar que ella existía para el plumífero.
-No vayas co
ForesightDebra Mae was an astonishingly good programmer.Foresight1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her code always worked correctly the first time, and she never missed a deadline. Her workspace was immaculate, but curiously devoid of personal effects. No framed pictures, no toys, just her small collection of pens lined up according to color and an inbox for the occasional old-school paper input.
Her computer was equally immaculate. Nothing extra on her desktop, no stray icons. If one peeked at her browser history there’d be nothing there but work-related google searches and company stuff.
She dressed neatly but very plainly. I suspected she had four dresses in her wardrobe an
The Boy who Lived in His HeadThere once was boy who lived in his head.The Boy who Lived in His Head11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His parents did keep him there; they no longer
wanted him in their stead .
So, the time he did waste
in his own dreamt up place
where the animals could talk
and the grass surely would walk.
It all seemed so right but his teachers thought it so wrong.
They never did complain ; even with loads of work, early it was
done and he would be gone.
Gone away from a world so drab;
he would play out fantasies right in the middle of class.
His peers would stare but he would never pay them any mind.
He was constantly away, never paying attention to time.
Through the yards he would roam, no care in his though