khepa's published ficlets

  • Gun

    There was no one else in the room. The walls had a warm whitewashed color, low-wattage bulbs in the ceiling. She was standing…

  • Cooking and Flying

    He could fly, she could cook or let’s say, she could fly, he could cook. Doesn’t matter, take your pick. One may wonder, thes…

  • Dancing...

    Dancing, prancing…as I read those menacing words in the text, I realized the pain. The black murmur hidden in my mind is no…

  • Alley

    I was sitting alone in the dark alley while a cat whispered in my ears. What are you doing in the dark, asked the cat? It is …

  • Amber Lights

    One day he ran into the middle of the street to look for his eyes. The eyes that were letting him see this mundane world. He …

  • 62nd Floor

    I decided to take the stairs, all 62 of it. I had the latest issue of the New Yorker with me. Also a pack of gum, a half eate…

  • Darwin

    I think I will call him Darwin. I thought about naming him Newton, but I think, for a monkey, Darwin is much more suita…

  • Instructions on How to Kill a Poet

    First of all, read all the works. It is crucial to understand the words, to get a feel for the ideas created in the solitude …

  • Café

    The taxi dropped me near the café. The name of the place was Lonely Café. Perhaps it was Paradise Lost or _Lonely Paradis…

  • Only one pair of shoes

    I could make Imelda Marcos jealous. A billionaire like me could easily build a collection of three thousand pairs of shoes. H…

  • Yard Sale

    I wanted to sell my soul at the yard sale but no one would buy it. No one! Even the devil was reluctant. After taking a quick…

  • Train of thoughts

    The train arrived at quarter past nine. I got inside and I felt I was part of the train. My thoughts were running wild, aimle…

  • Retirement

    It was his last day at work. The new decree from the palace was announced today. He, the ultimate executioner of the Kingdom,...

  • Black Ink

    Let the black words dance towards me, prancing away from the pages of the thick book. Don’t let the wind stop them.
    I want to…

  • I am a skeleton

    Hello. I am a rattling skeleton. I am all bones, hanging down from the door.

    I am stuck here for eternity. I don’t get to m…

  • Drenched in the rain Inspired by text

    I was walking down the sidewalk when I got that phone call. She is dead. I felt a sudden urge to scream, but I held back. I t…

  • Tears in my dream

    I wipe my tears and then suddenly I realize that I am wide awake. Everything feels dry and empty. I look at my pillow. There …

  • It sounds like rain

    It sounds like rain, but it is my printer that was making those noises. In a slow steady pace, it is spitting the pages out, ...

  • Devil was an old man

    Devil was an old man that lived in the apartment next to me. I used to see him peering out at the window, with those weary ey…

  • Afternoon

    It was a cold afternoon. He didn’t know what to do. Should he go for a jog? Water the plants? Maybe grab a snack? He still ha…

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