He knew his time was running out, yet he was okay with it. Even before he was diagnosed, he knew where he was headed. His fate was the same as everyone’s - Death…Read More
“When was the last time you felt alive?
When was the last time you felt truly human? When you weren’t doubled up with physical pain or mental rumination? How long has it been since you have felt happy or even merely fulfilled?”Read More
Believe it or not, I wrote this story about you. Yes, you. The person reading this right now. True, I don’t know your name, where you were born or what you do for work, but that doesn’t really matter.
I am going to be honest. I like you, the real you that is. The you that exists beyond those small details.
”The Priest winced as he got down on to his knees and began to pray. The years of prostration had taken its toll on his old joints, yet he never complained. He recounted the stories, lit the candles and performed the rituals, as was dictated by his tradition ... “Read More
It turns out that birth and decay are not so different after all.
“So I shat myself again for the fourth time this week. I couldn’t help it. I don’t have the coordination or strength necessary to get myself to the toilet. Not that I could sit on it even if I did, I would likely fall in and drown! This is a world made for giants and I am now so small …“
How can you say goodbye to a child?
"It wasn’t her death that was upsetting to me. It was the dying. I was glad when it was over. For her sake, and my own.
I know it sounds harsh, but that was five years. Five long years of cleaning up vomit, of late nights and close calls. Five years of broken commitments, false hopes, and missed opportunities..."
A collection of 12 word stories:
"Shamefully, he continued gorging. Attempting to fill the hole in his heart"
"Brief respite, an escape from reality, a new habit begins to form"
"Poop stuck on Rover’s fur! Seriously regretting my decision to adopt him"
A collection of 12 word stories:
"He waved. I smiled. Jessica also smiled. I am invisible to him"
"Never satisfied, he looks for approval in the mirror, lifting weights endlessly"
"My boyfriend broke up with me. Now I'm sad ugly and single"
You need to finish it ...
"You surveyed the scene looking for him. Doubt crept back in. Had you done enough? Was he left in a similar state to you? With knife wounds you can never be certain. Despite the comfort you derived from the old knife fighting adage that, ‘The loser of a knife fight dies on the scene and the winner dies in hospital’. Past experience had taught you otherwise..."Read More
You can only hold out for so long...
“Nothing happened, I swear it. I would never do that, I’m not a monster.”
Despite how cold it was inside the holding pen, Jankov was sweating profusely. The chains around his wrists clinked as he pulled the already soiled handkerchief from his pocket...
How do rituals of the living impact the dying?
Fiction (413) - Zachary Phillips
He knew they were talking to him, but he couldn’t make sense of the words. He only heard glimpses, snippets of conversations recalling years of shared memory, of regrets and now their final goodbyes...
Is it even possible to judge right and wrong?
Fiction (286) - Zachary Phillips
Two men looked at the same event with guarded apprehension. One glanced upwards towards the sky and the other down at a computer monitor...