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Posted in flash fiction, Typography
Tagged A Coney Island of the Mind, art, beat poet, books, Coney Island, fiction, flash fiction, kitsch, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, life, little black dress, nature, New York City, photography, photos, poem, poetry, reading, relationships, typography, vintage, willow tree
Created with a found photo and a typewriter. Take from it what you will.
Now for sale HERE along with more of my work.
Posted in flash fiction, photos of strangers, Typography
Tagged art, fiction, flash fiction, life, love, model, photography, photos, typography
“This hill is nice.”
“Told you,” he said, taking a sip of his iced tea.
“You were right. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Mhmm.”
“I’d say it’s perfect, considering what we came here to do.”
“Yes. Secluded.”
“Naturey.”
“Romantic.”
“We don’t need it to be romantic for this.”
“We don’t need it to be- naturey, did you say?”
“Mhmm,” she said with a smile.
“Okay, then, should we do it?”
She smiled with a certain curtness that only she could muster.
He handed her purse over, and she began rummaging through it.
“I can’t find them.”
“I put them in there, I know I did.”
“You sure?”
“Would I ever, ever forget something like that?”
“You’re right…probably not.”
“Look harder. Hurry!”
She flipped it and dumped everything out, and they both rummaged through the contents.
“Here they are!” he said with a certain amount of triumph in his voice.
She took one and opened it, and he did the same.
“I love playing with bubbles,” she said with a smile and a wink.
Posted in flash fiction, Zoey and Xander
Tagged art, bubbles, fiction, flash fiction, funny, humor, life, love, nature, park, photography, photos, relationships, romance, woods
Created with a found photograph, my imagination and my Charger 11.
Now on sale at my Etsy HERE along with some other pieces!
Posted in flash fiction, photos of strangers, Typography
Tagged art, baby, fiction, flash fiction, life, love, newborn, photo, photograph, reincarnation, typography, writing
The government, scientists, specialists, news programs, everyone agreed the time had come. The end was here.
Many people prepared, stocking everything they could get in their basements: batteries, flash lights, canned goods, generators, but a select few knew it was only a matter of time. Without the sun, plants would stop growing, and slowly all life would discontinue.
Those few decided to honor their light giver, the life essence of their world, one last time. In this small town, a collection of people, rather than uselessly bunkering down in a basement, wanted to say goodbye to someone they never thought would abandon them, someone they took for granted, the one who gave them life every day up until this point without ever asking anything in return. Many forgot all about the importance of it, or simply complained when the weather was too hot or they forgot their sunglasses. So few really relished in how much it did for every living being on the planet.
And now it would abandon them.
Today the sun would set for the last time on their world.
And so they gathered to worship their long-time friend, or say goodbye, or mourn its death. They met at the old soccer field and sat in the bleachers as if watching a match, but this time nobody would cheer. The sun slowly reached the horizon, and the colors were more beautiful than any spectator had ever witnessed. A cloud cluster came in from the East, but it would not ruin the absolute perfection of the very last sunset in the history of man.
The sun touched the horizon, and crawled beyond their sight, a few oo’s and ah’s rang up from the crowd as if they were witnessing fireworks. People hugged, they held hands or comforted each other in their own way. The last orange sliver peeked for one more moment, and then was gone forever.
Photograph by the amazingly talented Manon De Sutter. Click here for more of her work.
Posted in flash fiction, Horror
Tagged apocalypse, art, beauty, end of the world, fiction, final sunset, flash fiction, horror, life, love, Manon De Sutter, photography, photos, relationships, science fiction, sunset, writing
This print and many others are now available on my Etsy!
Posted in flash fiction, photos of strangers, Typography
Tagged 1940s, alone, art, birthday, depressing, down, family, fiction, flash fiction, loneliness, moving, new home, photo, photography, relationships, sad, typography, writing
Posted in flash fiction, photos of strangers, Typography
Tagged 1940s, art, beauty, cabin, childhood, dare, deck, family, fiction, flash fiction, found art, found photograph, friends, humor, kitsch, lake, life, media, people, photo, photography, relationships, retro, summer, typewriter, typography, vacation, vintage
Posted in flash fiction, photos of strangers, Typography
Tagged 1940s, beach, camping, crush, fiction, flash fiction, lake, love, pool, romance, summer, teens, typography
“Do you ever think about marrying me?” she asked wide-eyed.
“Interesting pillow talk,” he thought to himself.
“Of course I do. I’m just waiting for the right-”
“Time?” she said with too much enthusiasm.
“Um…I was actually going to say health insurance.” He tried not to crack a smile.
She jumped up. “What?!?!”
He chuckled and she cracked a smile.
“What’s sad is that I know you’re only half kidding.”
“True.” He reached over and stuck his thumbs into her armpits before she could react and had her giggling in no time. “God knows I wouldn’t marry you for your money. You work at Borders!”
Between giggles she tried to defend herself both against the tickles and his teasing.
“Shut up! Yours isn’t much better – and at least-” giggles “Mine is-” laughing harder
“full-time!” She started squealing as he switched it up and started squeezing her ribs a bit, tickling the old ivories.
“Let’s face it,” he continued. “Right now your health insurance isn’t so great. I’m looking for a girl with seriously awesome insurance. So you know, when I get sick, it’s easier. Cheaper. Five dollar co-pay.”
She jumped up and pushed his arms away. Now it was her turn as she somehow got her hands onto his belly, his weak spot. His laughter was uncontrolled as he fell to the ground.
“How about now? What do you have to say now?” she said, laughing as hard as she was when roles were reversed.
He tried but couldn’t get the words out. Finally she let up but kept her hands on his belly.
“Well? What do you have to say?” He grinned and she poised for another attack.
“Dental. And vision.”
So she attacked.
Posted in flash fiction
Tagged couples, fiction, flash fiction, healthcare, humor, latest healthcare news, life, love, occupational healthcare, photo, photograph, photography, romance, sarcasm, tickling, writing
A found photograph with a dark, possibly evil story typed on it with my Brother Charger 11.
This and many other prints can be purchased now at my ETSY! Check it out!
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Tagged Alfred Hitchcock, art, couples, dark, Edward Gorey, fiction, flash fiction, found art, found photo, friendship, life, love, murder, noir, photograph, photography, romance, Tim Burton, typography, writing