She starts the filk.
The night was full moon as it was…is it “would be” a century ago or few years ago, or, is it “will”…I couldn’t decipher the point of the time I had looked at that transparent sign of the house–the wizard hat in the square fixed to a pole–last time…it couldn’t be the future because present…… Continue reading Freedom or Not [100-Word]
The rain is pouring cats and dogs. The roof shakes as the storm violently brushes over the thatched roof. He looks at the incomplete statue. He has left it in midway ’cause he was not satisfied all of sudden. This also not going anywhere near to his want or imagination. He wants to imagine…… Continue reading The Storm & the Queen (Micro/Flash Fiction)