Writer in San Francisco, CA
Books stacked high. The pages slip out,
slip through, into the the room, piling
up on the floor, the bed, every surface.
Until there are words everywhere.
If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope that you will return in the future!
-Alina
Here’s the first of many weekly Flash Fiction pieces I will be posting. All pieces will have less than 150 words.
He hums to himself sharpening his knives. Her voice echoes down the hall. He positions himself, ready to slice. Her voice grows louder from down the hall. He looks at the meat, the red, bloody slab and begins to cut, cut it all up, into tiny bitty pieces until there is nothing left to cut up any more. Her voice echoes, a scream, from down the hall. The sizzle of the meat in a hot pan.
She calls out, “WHERE’S MY DINNER?!” at the top of her lungs.
THE END
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where the sun meets
the mountains.
The whispers that
deepen and
the moon that glows
holds me down
and spills my
guts until
I am nothing
but bone.
If you are reading this thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope that you will return in the future!
-Alina
against the shore. Where did you find me? Among the rubble and washed up
bleached out, salted wood? I am waiting silently under the millions of stones
that litter this beach. I am waiting to be revived, returned to the land of the
living.
If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
by
Alina Happy Hansen
There she stood. Her figure silhouetted against the moon, distant and lonesome, looking out towards the sea. The spinning light reached out across the void, touching waves, touching clouds until disappearing back behind the trees. Lighthouse, candle, and a memory of a death. He calls out to her from the door, hoping she’ll come back inside, inside his arms, inside the house, and forget it all. Forget the blood, the pain and the small grave.
If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina