by ayoub | Oct 8, 2023 | Micro Fiction
The clouds were a uniformly grey blanket hanging low above the skyscrapers, and the dreary and depressing drizzle that fell from them felt like little more than a heavy mist that slowly soaked through your clothes, then your skin, then into your very bones. But I...
by ayoub | Aug 29, 2023 | Micro Fiction
Droplets of crimson fall from her eyes. The final sign of her disease. Tears of blood shed, not for herself, but for me. After centuries together, all she’s worried about is how I’ll handle eternity alone. Immortals should never die, but nature has no mercy. 0...
by ayoub | Aug 19, 2023 | Micro Fiction
Some say that a short, sharp sniff of the air is best. I disagree. It’s better to allow all the scents in the air to wash through you constantly and silently. Sniffing is noisy and can alert prey. Walking carefully on silent footsteps, my shadow only flitting briefly...
by ayoub | Jul 28, 2023 | Micro Fiction
“Back in my day…”“Here we go again.”“Shut it, kid.”“You Gen Xers always seem to get a pass.”“I said shut it.”“Fine, O wise Elder Gen Xer, share thine wisdom.”“You’re the one who asked for it.”“Okay, true.”“When I was a kid, the only Windows were the ones you looked...
by ayoub | Jul 22, 2023 | Micro Fiction
“It’s easy to make kids laugh, but you gotta be careful,” I said. She looked at me, a little bemused.“Well, for a kid,” I continued, “seeing a grown person in a clown costume walking into a door is funny, but walking into a door is painful if you do it right.”“So,...
by ayoub | Jul 21, 2023 | Poetry
Is it a skill, a talent, a waste of time?Is it a mysterious guiding hand, or just blind luck?I simply sit and start to writeOften unsure of where the words will goOften guiding them to a known goalEither way, as leader or followerI am slave to the wordsA servant to...
