Assorted Tales

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

These are a collection of Micro-Fiction.

Gift of the Magi

There were three wise men who came from the East to visit Baby Jesus in Bethlehem. They presented baby Jesus with Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh.

Gift of the Magi as an idiom means to win a whopping sum of money in a Windfall.

I wish to obtain the Gift of the Magi.

Witch’s Broom

Witch’s broom as an idiom stands for a lucky talisman for winning a lottery.

I hope, I am lucky enough to have the witch’s broom.

Angst

Angst plagues my soul and confines me to a prison of thought. I have lost all hope in life. Woe, despair, and agony all brothers of the same father, ruin my thoughts with fiasco. I feel so helpless ruined and forsaken. I swim in a sea of sadness. Angst you hideous monster, you thwart all my attempts to be successful. I sing in the melody of sadness. Fear grips my soul like a burning fire. I feel so lost and helpless. I am stranded and marooned. I live on a desolate peak of rejection. I sometimes wish that I never was born. Nausea you eat my loins up. Nausea, you make me weary and tired. My saliva tastes like bitter gall. My consciousness swims in a sea of desolate hope. I am shaken and worried to death. I feel so isolated and lonely. I am very much worried about tomorrow. My feelings become the poison of hope. Yes, Sartre is right when he said: ‘man is condemned to be free’. I am experiencing a hell in life. My soul is poisoned to death. I am waiting for a chance to become a free man.


Submitted: April 30, 2021

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