A Microfiction Collection
04/20/08
An open door of opportunity comes to realization at various periods of time. The door swings outwards in a sudden invitation. That door will be fully ajar for an entire point in time. However, once that particular moment has passed, the chance will sway backwards. The hinges allow the door to slowly regress in a swivel that will never fully close. The angle will, over time, become progressively acute. Though miniscule, the angle will always be existent. An opportunity never oscillates back to the threshold, and thusly never dies.
Irony
The man required warmth for survival. Taking it upon himself to fulfill his needs, he kindled a fire. And with the proper attention, the fire grew and forever prospered without end. The fire of the man naturally impressed the woman. Not long afterwards, a son was born. The son grew up with fire, already having his needs met. And with the nothing to strive for, he developed into a man without ambition.
A blessing will most often be met with a tragedy
Sex
Sex is a weapon. Let’s make war. Call me.
Faith
Peter was a hungry man who had created success from seemingly nothing. His mother had taken him to pray every Sunday, providing him with a proper Christian upbringing. His faith withered, however, when praying failed to bring him anything more than an empty stomach.
And with this desire for something more, Peter reached out and took his fate from the heavens above. He took it upon himself to fulfill his destiny. His self-determination and drive eventually led him to success and a full plate of food. And after the sun of Peter’s life had set, he looked up towards the sky and thanked God for allowing him to come to his own realizations.
He seeks the thrill of pursuit. It is clearly the most satisfying part of the process to him. Early on, he is drawn towards what is not yet his. But once he succeeds, that uplifting factor of excitement instantly vaporizes from his soul. This is not to undermine the sensation of achievement he experiences when she surrenders to his chase, but to acknowledge the departure of a certain allure. He feels that he has not recognized nor allowed all aspects of love to pull him in.
Love is an emotion that absolutely fulfills when coalesced between two individuals. And such a feeling is only established once both individuals can truly acknowledge and allow each other’s feeling to consume them.
In reflection, he is fairly sure that true love will have an allure that intensifies rather than weakens. Love is something of which he has not yet felt, but is confident in its existence.
And sure enough, over the passing of time, love found him. His soul was fulfilled as he acknowledged the joy of the entire process of love.
There once was a man with an extra finger. He was made fun of and treated as if he were inept. One day, catastrophic winds swept the earth. One by one, the men lost their grip, unable to hold onto the mountainsides. Fortunate was the man with one finger, for he was able to linger. He held on the longest, and just long enough to outlast the winds. And in doing so, he proved himself apt.
Life is a long and extensive period of time; at least that’s what Jack thought. This frame of mind was kept until Jack’s time was cut short. And he never received the chance to correct his preconceived notion.
Silence is something to be savored in this day and age…
Age Difference
So my friend, Samuel, met this cougar the other day and got her number. Apparently he had said to her, “Hey, we should do something together.”
Taking notice to the considerably large age difference, she was, at first, rather skeptical. However, Samuel quickly sensed her uncertainty and soothed her with a few carefully selected lines. At the moment, the woman was in a fairly lone state, sexually speaking. So she surrendered to my friend’s advancement. In an attempt to progress the situation he requested that she accompany him to his car. Picking up his suggestive tone, she offered her place as a location, thinking that the car would be uncomfortable for such activities.
And so they walked, side by side, to her house and opened the door. At that same moment, my front door swung open.
Pirate
I pirate in the city is like a fish on land. And that is precisely why I gave up my childhood dream when I moved to New York.
Equality
Justin Rosen browsed through his list for the final time. The auditions had gone well. Competition was undoubtedly fierce, but after twelve interviewees, he'd finally found a qualified secretary suitable for him.
There were bound to be complaints, allegations of fixing, of favoritism, even corruption, but all without foundation. He was an equal opportunities employer, and proud of it. Even the one-armed man had been given a chance, despite rudely refusing to shake hands.
Confident that he had made the right decision, Rosen called in the successful applicant, and smiled.
"Oh yes, you'll fit right in," he thought, staring at her cleavage.
The arrival of spring had taken inches from the girl’s skirts. They walked through the center street, skipping from the soda fountain to the newly opened pool. On their way, they would pass by the town’s pub. When the girls came around, conversation would simmer. Older eyes followed the girls’ movements. The men sat with their legs open on stools and empty barrels. The fresh light from the sun radiated off the girls’ young bodies. The men would adjust their belts and open their mouths, but not to say anything. The passing girls knew they were being watched, however, continued to bare their long legs day after day while treating themselves to lollypops. When the candy was not in their mouths, they peaked over at the men and let giggles escape from their glossed lips. The men let their minds drift until the girls had rounded the corner. Fully aware of the thoughts occurring within the pub, the girls continued their playful behavior. This is because both the men and the girls knew the rules of society. What the naïve girls were unaware of, however, was that some men might not follow them.
A boy and a girl sat under the stars one clear summer night. The boy shifted his body towards her and looked into her eyes. She was waiting for something, but the boy had not noticed. The boy, instead of leaning in, began to talk. The girl knew that things may be slow this evening.
“So…um…yeah, I had read about the weather this morning and wasn’t quite sure if was going to be clear tonight or not.”
The girl, disappointed with the upbringing of a tired conversation feigned her interest, “Yeah, but it is a beautiful night.”
The boy continued to rattle of all of the dull facts he had read in the weather section that morning, “You know-“
“Would you just shut up and kiss me already!”
And that is when things began to move more swiftly.
Courage
I am a man that doesn’t take any bullshit. I keep it real; I set records straight, unless of coarse I get scared.