Take a break and enjoy short fiction stories. /Imagination precipitates reality./
14 Apr 2021 2 minute read 0 comments Scopeman
Imagine you are looking down from the height of a skyscraper, onto the vivid sweep of light and dark rooftops, a dull colour scheme puzzle with patches of once bright green vegetation darkened by oil spillage and pollution, but green enough to give a...
13 Apr 2021 2 minute read 0 comments Scopeman
Ever heard of the golden thread principle? A principle that speaks about how things are connected, all things by a single thread. When it comes to love, marriage and child-raising, do you see such a thread? Is there just one line or are there several...
9 Apr 2021 2 minute read 8 comments Scopeman
December 25, 1995. I remember. I was six years old and you were ten, and we were happy. We hoped it would last forever. I remember that day, it was a Monday. I refused to take off my new clothes that I had worn to Christmas mass that morning. You wer...
5 Apr 2021 4 minute read 0 comments Scopeman
Jasmine? No. I am a rose or lavender lady; rose for its romantic essence, and lavender for its earthiness. I am not a jasmine lady. My husband returned unusually late from work that evening. I was excited when I heard his car come in through our gate...
2 Apr 2021 2 minute read 0 comments Scopeman
===> If you missed part 1 and 2 of this flash fiction series, you can catch up here - Part 1 & Part 2
1 Apr 2021 3 minute read 0 comments Scopeman
===> If you missed part 1 of this flash fiction series, you can catch up here - Hell Hath No Fury - Part 1.
31 Mar 2021 3 minute read 0 comments Scopeman
He was sleeping with this lady at the hospital, a nurse. I’m a doctor at the same hospital, so Betty told me everything. Betty is one of the cleaners at the hospital. He came to pick me up one evening from work. That was the first time he saw her, th...
30 Mar 2021 4 minute read 0 comments Scopeman
I. There was a knock on my door, the kind peculiar to people who knew they had every right to come in. I knew it was Tayo, and it was not because she had called earlier to say she was coming over. It was the way she knocked, a mild and tender tap on...
29 Mar 2021 2 minute read 1 comment Scopeman
I sit outside my house, my mind clear and vacant. The sun shines mildly but brightly. I watch the trees sway, dancing to the energetic tunes of the wind. I ask myself, “Do the trees really want to dance, or do they do so out of coercion?” Is there an...
