Prompts = Flash, Lectern, Synapse
Story New — My Parents Are Always With Me
I’m a young adult, emphasis on adult. I live in my own space, have my own relationships, my own interests, my own life.
So why is it, within the profusion, the complexity, the sheer magnitude of “me-ness” within my brain, there is seemingly a cell, one annoyingly judgemental synapse, that has my parents, standing at a lectern, on speed dial.
‘He seems nice.’ That’s my mom talking about the guy living down the hall.
‘Does he have solid prospects?’ That’s Dad.
‘News flash! I’m living my own life now!’
‘That’s nice dear. Now, sit up straight; slouching isn’t attractive.’
Story Old — Ghost Hunter
Photo by Erika Fletcher on Unsplash
In a medieval building thick with stale air, there is a wrought-iron staircase that descends into a brick-lined wine cellar. The aged casks are there still, but lie empty.
If one should press on a certain cask along the wall in a certain way, a doorway opens into a small meeting room. In it, a lectern stands at one end and a few benches sit, as if ready for use.
As I made a record of this room on paper and with flash camera, an apparition appeared that began to pull my mind apart, synapse by synapse.
Links to other sites where I publish:
Read them on Blogger = https://onehundredwordsbyparz.blogspot.com
Or Read them on Medium = https://medium.com/100-word-or-less-stories
Listen to them on YouTube = https://www.youtube.com/user/parzivalsattva
Write your own on Discord = https://discord.com/invite/qW2jgWwc7Q
And a link to where my Lovely Lady Love (who also operates the camera) posts her art: https://www.youtube.com/user/recyclinggoddess
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