(Author’s note: Nothing. Just letting the writing and music flow. Enjoy!)
© J. Hardy Carroll
Take Me Home
by Miles H. Rost
“So, Travis. Tell me where you went.”
Travis fidgeted and looked down at his feet.
“Travis, you know you can tell me.”
He looked up, his eyes bright.
“I was in Korea. It was so beautiful, with all the tall buildings in the distance. Seoul was beautiful, and I wish I could have seen more of it than what I did.”
The soft sound of writing filled the empty space.
“Green. And red. Heat. The smell of decay. No more buildings. No more people. Charred meat.”
‘Alright, Travis. Let’s go get your lunch and some pills.”
(Author’s note: Y’all probably wondered where I went last week, right? To be straight about it, my job gets very tiring. I have to use my mind a lot, and I don’t always get the best sleep. Last week, we had a lot of things happen at once, and once I got off work, I just slept. I hope that this week is the end of that pattern, but we’ll see. Here’s today’s fictioneers!)
© Anshu Bhojnagarwala
The Eyes Of The Girl
by Miles H. Rost
“And that’s when Larry stood up and said, “Men Without Pants!”, and whipped his off.”
The tales told around the annual university beach bonfire were incredible, as was the amount of liquor consumed.
Thomas sat back, one of the few who didn’t drink at parties. He stared into the roaring fire, content with all that was going on.
He moved his eyes up and immediately were struck by a pair of green eyes staring back through the flames.
First, shock. Then worry. After a blink, recognition.
The eyes approached him, the person behind them giving Thomas a great big hug.