Stories tagged “surreal”

  • Dream of Mars

    There’s an apartment in Seoul, down the trembling alleyways of Itaewon and beside unmarked graves of dust and clay. The apartment has a kitchen, a living room area, a bedroom and a claustrophobic bathroom. Though the fridge is always stocked and ...

    • Author: Sz Park
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Pieced

    It was the mole beneath the left nostril that clued her in. The little brown spot with two dark hairs springing from its center was the catalyst to her frightening discovery. Evelyn had seen this face before-not as it was, but as it had been in thirty-...

    • Author: E.A.C.
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
  • Meeting

    1. Good afternoon Mr…. 2. George 1. Ah very well, George nice to meet you please take a seat. 2. Thanks. 1. So George… 2. John 1. Your name is John? 2. Yes 1. Your name is John George 2. Yes 1. Well John, may I call you John? 2. Yes 1. Good, good,...

  • City of Dreams

    They call Paris the city of dreams these days, which is kind of funny or maybe ironic, since all the other Earthly cities are nothing now but dust and dreams. No one really remembers how it happened, or why, but one day the tide turned and the sea chan...

    • Author: Pat J
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Show us some leg

    The constant tapping sound was what woke him but he knew better than to open his eyes first off. Tensing muscles in his arms and legs, he discovered that he was strapped down, spread-eagled in fact. This was not a good sign. “Ahh, you’re aw...

  • 14:14

    14:14 Had to look twice. It didn’t seem right, in some undefined way. 14:14? Come again? How so? A bit of a non-time, wouldn’t you agree? Patently after lunch, but well before afternoon tea, falling somewhere in a temporal chasm, a time-well of non...

    • Author: ozalba
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • The Harvesters Broken

    If this is a last will and testament then so be it. The chaff broke through the lines last night. I slept clean through it. Sarah always said I’d sleep through the apocalypse and it looks like she was right. I woke from a dream of transformation ...

    • Author: Pat J
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Resolutions Amongst the Odors and Vapors

    Somewhere between the cacophony of the crowd and the sound of his own heartbeat thundering in his ears, reality melted away in the dingy bathroom. Something scuttled across the broken, lime-green tile; Peter decided not to look. Eyes front and jaw set ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
  • Ray (Mature)

    You’re a lazy string picker, chord roaming and flying off rhythm before I start mouthing those words I know. On drugs you’re slower. You’ve got those lost eyes, your fingertips quake like seared mice. When I try to match my lines with yours my ch...

  • I do what they tell me

    The voices have always been there. Maybe I’m crazy or maybe they are real. The results are real. I had no choice but to do what they told me, they just wouldn’t stop. When I try to sleep is the worst, whispers like a distant TV you can̵...

  • as yet untitled, pt. 1

    When my daughter was born it looked like her face was melting. And Caroline was so proud. “I did it, babe,” she sobbed through gritted teeth, still gushing amniotic slime, “I made us a Picasso.” We called her Harmony, and soon she was two with ...

    • Author: lauren OH!
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Concerto No. 2, Overture: Flight of the Filing Cabinet

    Reams of paper fly under his hands, ballpoint gliding across them in half-aimless trails. A cough rises from his throat, brushed by a tinge of cigarette smoke the employee next door isn’t supposed to be enjoying. A mental image of a revolver floa...

    • Author: Stovohobo
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Shell of a Man P.1

    He almost slipped on the shampoo that spilled to the suctioned rubber mat on the shower floor. When he caught himself before chipping a tooth, he clutched the handle on the wall and sighed deep relief, looking down at the drain as the spout battered th...

  • Hello?

    I hear them again. Mom said it was just my imagination but I can’t turn it off. I imagined the TV and pressed the button but the people just stayed on the screen. They talk and I can’t see them. I open my eyes and the TV is gone I can’...

  • promises, promises

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    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • You Are The Intricacies of Time (because you recognize time)

    do you practice this these practices of an actor or pen actress twisting worlds in acrobatics of ink even tingling inklings of eden trickling evenings in cups to drink? nothing is what it seems it hatches leaving foot prints back to dreams nothing itse...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Cruel Cocoon

    cruel residual jewel of venomous emptiness— in the dual mirror— a visual temptress stepping naked coming nearer; you can’t hear her spreading palm down on your chest with pink painted fingernails impaling, pulling off flesh dressed b...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Regrets

    You need to understand something. I never meant for anyone to die. I know that what we tried to accomplish usually has… what’s that phrase? You know, the one which politicians and generals love so much? Oh yeah, collateral damage. I never t...

    • Author: JayDee
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Burning Husk

    The thermometer’s red vein pulsated and read 113 as I walked towards the heat. The blue flames consume the propane fumes, as they turn slowly orange. Carefully I place corn on the grill, each carefully wrapped in husk by nature, spaced evenly two fin...

    • Author: N. Jim
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • Marked by Death part 2: The Beast (Mature)

    Eric stood in the doorway to the bedroom,shifitng nervously. The whole place stank of sweat and sex. No matter how he looked at it, it just didn’t seem smart to wake up an assassin. Finally, he cleared his throat. Twice. The bed seemed to come al...

  • Ran So Far Away

    I just lived in the TV and the magazines that summer. Posters of Sheena Easton and Slash flickered blue against the walls of my room. “Sleep tight,” I’d say, and leave the TV on until morning. Some nights, I’d dream right into a...

  • When Barns Lean on Men

    The barn leaned against the man. Its wood had been painted, but years of rain, sun and wind had all but removed it. Only up close, as the unconscious man was, could it be discerned and its color known. From afar the barn appeared that gray peculiar to ...

    • Author: Cary
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • tribute to the slug girl

    I’ve seemed to slow down quite a bit lately. Everything and everyone seems to be so fast, so faraway and even my own words escape me when they run from my mouth and as they seemed to slow down, to a grinding halt, I found myself unable to speak n...

    • Author: punpun
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • Outskirts of Sanity (Day 41)

    Murray stood at the edge of a dark city. There was light yet the city was dark. He couldn’t remember how he got there or what he was supposed to do. Trying to concentrate on such details filled his mind with a whirlwind of thousands of cawing cro...

  • Of Earth and Not and More

    The sun was setting, redder than a peach, leaving red streaks so languid & sinewy across the sky. Night was coming. Emerging from his cabin as if drawn by mating calls of wolves, sex dreams, or fairies, he followed the path from his porch to his co...

    • Author: Escapist
    • Posted about 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5