One Page Stories

Birthdays. Thirty-two. Number immense if you present it to someone where the numerals are in reverse. And what if you take the two and three, add them up, and then see a surprised face unable to comprehend what lies in times so far apart? Go the other way by doubling

I ponder why is there not a grass in dark blue, white and gray of the night set sky and there are gardens underneath the oceans vast. I ponder why I think of life and death and the little speck that sits in between for me when I look at

A blue feathered blur melted with the pastel pale sky. In the Disappearance, it took away hope and pride from the world. The next morning yellowtail soared down scorching the Earth's seedlings in the most welcome heat. They all grew. At night a shining white rhino caused a

Tranquility plays a small but important role in the life of Theodor Godard. Every day he wakes up fit to be the burliest of ocean pirates. By each day's end, he dances his red ballerina recital. Below the tender footloose steps lies the secret of Godard's

Dreams, dreams, dreams. Who can tell me what they mean? Drizzled with the guilt I cannot sleep. Last night I've taken my friends' trust and sold it for ancient blessed trinkets. As we've robbed the shelves of the temple they've given me a

Why does the magic of the youth die with each realist idea I accept as the new truth? Did I age or mature when I let a child's play be replaced with a memory? How does one age well? Is there a way? Is there a guide? A

The blowing wind brushed a sliver of her hair down the middle of her face creating perfect symmetry. She let it slide without correction, as she knew it made her look amazing. Tears flowing down from the dusty smoke coming in merged with undecorated collar bones slow in waves to

The dark morning brew tightened its grip on their uncaged minds. As the left hand switched to the right back and forth, the pull of the leash only got harsher. They bled. There was not a droplet of blood and yet they bled, deep scathed and to be scarred. Scares

Sparkling droplets of tears fell down on the centrally located table of a crowded restaurant. It was beautiful. The Spanish lady let everyone know she is full of heart, she feels deeply. Her colleague in support offered a waterfall of words but none soothed the opposing body of water. Laughter

Upon returning to my hometown of Prague I say down at the vista and looked down at the city. I realized it became uncommon to me. The spires I've seen a thousand times have become far and foreign muddled with new memories in shapes of similar patterns. Am