Assorted Tales

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

These are a collection of Micro-Fiction

The Lottery

Yesterday night, I had a dream of winning the lottery. I hope the dream will come true for me. Yes, I hope to be the lucky winner.

SUV Tata Harrier

It is my long-nourished dream to by an SUV called Tata Harrier. It has a stylish aerodynamic interior and exterior. I called up the agent and he brought one for a test drive. It has also got an automatic transmission. I have no money in my bank account or purse to buy it. The agent was adamant for wanting a check for the booking. I persuaded him to wait until August which he readily agreed. My only source for buying a Tata Harrier automatic SUV is a lottery and I hope that I will be successful in buying one.

Epiphany about Crickets

Crickets, how they sound like the muse.  Their mellow rhythm is so beautiful as mesmerism. I wonder how much sound can these small creatures make. They strike on the depths of the soul. They are a musical lullaby. Silence of the night creeps in with the etching of their sounds. What a melodious cacophony? It leaves a beauty in the soul.

Epiphany about the Sunset

The sun is a musical setting, serenading with crimson, pink and purple. Etchings of the clouds are like Picasso’s cubist paintings. Many surreal clouds lay like leaves in the sky. Sunset is a beauty awakening in the soul. Sunset is a melodious tempest. Birds are floating in picturesque dreams. Birds are doing a ballet in the sky. I am the soul of an artist looking at them.

My Significant Other

My significant other lives in Ghana and she is a US citizen. We have been courting romance for a long time. I love the conversations we had in Google Chat. She wants to give her a baby as she is no longer young. She is beautifully buxom. One day she told me very erotically that she would do the fellatio and allow me to cum on her body. I felt so thrilled at what she said as I have never done that on a woman before. Then she asked me to send 100$ and I said I will. But I did not have the money. I kept on making excuses saying that all flights to Ghana were suspended from India. She finally got vexed and bid me adieu. I felt so cold in my heart and begged her not to end the relationship. The woman I have loved are my muses, and finally she reconciled with me and gave me one more chance. How I wish that I could go to Ghana and do poetry with her. I am so happy that she reconciled with me.

Self

I am not sure that I exist. Alas what am I?  I am all the books I have read, all the women that I have loved, all the clove cigarettes that I have smoked in Indonesia, the grilled fish that I had in Indonesia, all the places that I have visited, and all the experience that I have had in my life.


Submitted: July 17, 2021

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GilbertZenner

nice and interesting writing

Sat, July 17th, 2021 6:09pm

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