One Page Stories

The very first sunbeam finally reached Will’s heart giving him the positive charge he craved. Were this a regular Wednesday he’d welcome the galaxy heater with a wink. But it wasn’t. Will kept his eyes shut behind the obviously broken helmet. In and out, his breathing kept

Within a weaning ocean, a kingdom lives a queen with a short-lived memory. Her subjects had done all sorts of hijinks to the queen and their kingdom. The queen would’ve always fumed, but on a count of three her outburst disappear. One day an ancient wise turtle made its

On the mountain’s sharp ridge stood an even sharper glass castle. Inside an occupant - a shrew. Impatient, immature, impolite, intelligent, inquisitive, intolerant to speeches without the middle and especially the end. She harrowed over her kingdom below, pricking her ears at the edge where normally you’d see

When you go about your days as if they were your last you’ll put your dreams on hold. Why dream when you can do? When you can act on your desires and can collect on the time stored for the future. The only dream would be an unachiavable teasing

“The clouds with the help of the evening breeze had disassembled the weakening orange Skyflame.” Uzduk wondered where did that thought come from. Left alone, more so left behind, he became a narrator to himself. “Small wonders usually happen without a soul around.” Another one! Uzduk was exultant from the

New York Subway has a traditional rite of passage, in which you enter an overcrowded train only to find a human pile of shit, ignored thanks to the immunity to the city’s bizarre ambiance. When Henry couldn’t afford his coffee for the very first time he didn’t

My life often feels like the ball in a game of ping pong between two players who both want to win too much. Maybe I can find solace knowing that all the paths converge all the same for everyone. Kim was looking at two distinct perfectly laid out paths. Both

Whitney Museum's 7th floor is a host to Louise Nevelson’s Young Shadows. The almost functional look made me think of finding an object such as this long after we have forgotten what art is. In the far-flung future, a toothless man tinkers with a trembling obelisk. His

The romantic backslap. Cheeks of glory, smile at you red.

The only cloud solution I need is Heaven.