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A butterfly flutters by, and the flapping of its wings causes a tornado a thousand miles away. I guess I could stop the destruction by catching the butterfly, stopping its fluttering… Nah. I don’t feel like it.

» Posted By vish On 04.03.2009 @ 1:52 pm


The detective dusted crime scene for fingerprints, as detectives are wont to do. The criminal lay on the ground in a pool of blood alongside his victim, presumably his pet dog. In an ironic twist of fate, the dog’s owner had presumably been killed by his own pet after the man foolishly shot the dog while in a drunken stupor.

» Posted By vish On 04.02.2009 @ 3:37 pm


Mario jumped into the comically massive green pipe and somehow traveled instantaneously to the next stage of his adventure. Level up!

» Posted By vish On 03.31.2009 @ 1:45 pm


I found the silver bracelet lying in the grass outside the airport. I pocketed it and decided to keep on walking. I was leaving the country anyway, and the bracelet looked shiny. And valuable! Too bad it was an explosive, planted in my path specifically so that I would get arrested in security.

» Posted By vish On 03.30.2009 @ 3:11 pm


“For my beloved,” reads the label on the Valentines’ Day chocolate box. She smiles upon seeing his familiar handwriting, runs her fingers over the smooth black text, written in black Sharpie.

» Posted By vish On 03.28.2009 @ 2:20 pm


She lathers her head thoroughly with shampoo, just like the label tells her to. A few minutes later, she steps out of the shower, wrapped in a thick bathrobe her husband bought for her birthday. When the hand clamps around her mouth like a vice, nobody is around to hear her muffled scream.

» Posted By vish On 03.27.2009 @ 8:29 pm


“Subway. Eat Fresh!”

That’s what the sign said, anyway. The lukewarm chicken of dubious origin, splattered carelessly with sauce from a plastic container, did little to sate my hunger. I probably should’ve just waited till I got home.

The next week, I got food poisoning.

» Posted By vish On 03.25.2009 @ 8:24 pm


The police tape framed the playground like a yellow wall. Detective Armstrong ducked under it and opened his notebook, brandishing a pen. He had to brace himself for the disturbing sight he was about to see.

» Posted By vish On 03.23.2009 @ 3:45 pm


“And what will be my reward?”

“Ten thousand pounds. In cash.”

The assassin smiled. This job would be lucrative after all.

» Posted By vish On 03.21.2009 @ 5:46 pm


The ephemeral glow of the mushrooms illuminated the room, but I did not notice it. As they shone a brilliant azure, I glanced up at them once, then immediately buried myself in my books once again. I had to focus.

» Posted By vish On 03.20.2009 @ 8:40 pm


The concept of “The Grid” in the MMORPG Anarchy Online is an interesting one. Essentially, it is an alternate dimension which can be used to travel from place to place efficiently. The most entertaining part of it is that your character turns into an upside-down blue pyramid while you are in it. I wonder if such a “Grid” could be created in the real world someday.

» Posted By vish On 03.19.2009 @ 5:56 pm


She was blindfolded, gagged, and locked away. The man had crept up behind her as she was walking home, and she had woken up in a room devoid of light. Suddenly, she heard the sound of the door grating open. He was back.

» Posted By vish On 03.17.2009 @ 12:55 pm

She was blindfolded, gagged, and locked away. The man had crept up behind her as she was walking home, and had woken up in a room devoid of light. Suddenly, she heard the sound of the door grating open. He was back.

» Posted By vish On 03.17.2009 @ 12:54 pm


I hate when people stress out over the specifics. Why must you quibble over minuscule details that nobody really cares about? Why must you annoy everyone with your incessant argumentation? Why can you not be quiet and accept that you cannot win everything?

» Posted By vish On 03.15.2009 @ 9:31 am


It’s startling to see how many people manage to fall prey to commercial advertising. Seriously, how could you buy something so pointless and extravagant? Wait, be quiet. The sofa in this commercial looks really nice. Look how cheap it is!

» Posted By vish On 03.13.2009 @ 1:26 pm


She was a sixteen-year-old girl, on her way through high school. Her future was looking bright, just like her. Then she was taken away by a man driving a car while in a drunken stupor.

» Posted By vish On 03.11.2009 @ 1:34 pm


He was a slumdog, living on the underbelly of society, ignored by the upper and middle classes. He would beg for a few cents of change every day, just so he could buy some bread and water to survive. The future looked bleak.

Then one day, opportunity knocked on his door.

» Posted By vish On 03.10.2009 @ 8:08 pm


“Do you believe?”

That’s what the priest asked me on that fateful night. A flash of lightning illuminated the dark cathedral immediately after he made the inquiry, and a ear-splitting crack of thunder followed.

“No,” I responded. “I do not believe.”

» Posted By vish On 03.09.2009 @ 6:27 pm


She snapped a twig from a nearby branch
And twirled it, blissfully.
She sat down by the riverbank
Under the willow tree.

The clouds above
Reflected her love
For everything outside.

A bird perched
And began to chirp,
As she began to cry.

» Posted By vish On 09.26.2009 @ 7:15 am


“Why did you put so many commas in this thing?” I asked my student.

“Oh. I thought that it was better to have more commas. Doesn’t that show the reader how good you are at punctuation?” he replied.

“No, Steve. No.”

I sighed. I was used to being a gifted teacher, and coping with stupidity was just not one of my strong suits.

» Posted By vish On 09.24.2009 @ 12:08 pm


The millionaire flashed me a brilliant smile and gracefully wrote his signature on a check. He slid it across the table to me, with the dollar amount still blank.

“You name the price,” he said.

That was when I knew I had him.

» Posted By vish On 09.23.2009 @ 7:52 pm


I woke up early and leaped out of bed.

…except that would never happen. Scratch the whole train of thought I had right there. I never get up early, at least not willingly, and I haven’t leaped out of bed since elementary school. I hit the snooze button on my alarm at least three times, then I just turn the alarm off altogether. Fifteen minutes later, I wake up and realize I’m getting late, then rush through the rest of the day, tired out of my mind.

» Posted By vish On 09.22.2009 @ 8:16 pm


“Resist!” the cleric cried out. “Do not let these infidels brainwash you with their talks of freedom, liberty, and justice! I am the only true hand of justice, and if your faith in me persists through this trial, you will be rewarded handsomely!”

» Posted By vish On 09.19.2009 @ 7:33 am


I’ve always been guided in my life. My parents guide me to school. There, my teachers guide me through my lessons. I crave some independence, some ability to survive on my own for once. Let me see if I can succeed without any guides at all. Allow me to succeed or fail.

» Posted By vish On 09.18.2009 @ 8:25 pm


I angrily tossed my paintbrush into the bushes and plopped myself down on the grass. The idiots in my art class had belittled my work to the extent that I was dropping it forever. Abruptly, someone sat down next to me. I glanced up and into the eyes of the only girl in the class who seemed to care about my anguish.


» Posted By vish On 09.17.2009 @ 2:42 pm


“Penny for your thoughts,” she said. I just stared at her. She couldn’t possibly understand what I had just been through. She couldn’t grasp that my thoughts were haunted endlessly with the trauma I had faced and emerged from. But I couldn’t tell her the truth.

“You’re all I ever think about!” I lied easily.

» Posted By vish On 09.16.2009 @ 1:08 pm


I was wandering in the library when a paperback dropped to the floor as I accidentally brushed against it. Bending down to pick it up, I suddenly recognized it. It was a children’s book I had read when I was six years old, sitting in my grandmother’s lap. I found a cozy corner and began to read, lost in memories of the past.

» Posted By vish On 09.15.2009 @ 7:59 pm


The showers outside drenched the city in a slick layer of wetness that dampened spirits as well as roads and lawns. Everyone stayed inside, idly staring at the television or worthlessly surfing the web. That was the cost they paid for living in a rainy town.

» Posted By vish On 09.14.2009 @ 4:49 pm


The warrior, realizing he had been disarmed, picked up a strong oak branch that was conveniently lying at his feet. The enemies just laughed at him. At this moment, one would expect the warrior to valiantly defeat his opponents with only his pathetic improvised weapon. But this wasn’t a movie. The evil orcs simply hacked the warrior to pieces, looted the gold from his pouch, and walked onwards.

» Posted By vish On 09.13.2009 @ 8:54 pm


Sometimes, when I’m walking around the corner of a building or of a hallway, I wish there’d be a stranger approaching from the other side, so that we’ll crash into each other and be forced to communicate. There’ll be a nervous apology from both parties, then a shuffling to stand back up again, then maybe an introduction, if we’re not in too much of a hurry. That never happens, though.

» Posted By vish On 09.12.2009 @ 11:37 am

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