Tag Archives: Perspectives

#Consent

"You know you want this, love," she purred, "I'll show you a good time." Trapped against the wall, tipsy, trembling, terrified, he forced himself to smile at her. Flash Fiction. Written By A Moody Pen. Raven Pegasus.

 

“You know you want this, love,” she purred, “I’ll show you a good time.”

Trapped against the wall, tipsy, trembling, terrified, he forced himself to smile at her.

 

Unintentional Impressions

Flash Fiction: "You can't make friends with a ghost! Someone you know nothing about! Someone so different . . . ! Good grief, now I really do sound racist."

“You can’t make friends with a ghost! Someone you know nothing about! Someone so different . . . ! Good grief, now I really do sound racist.”

Considering Recreational Activities

Flash Fiction: "What would you Do with a Ghost for a friend anyway?" "Don't know. Go to a cafe?" "Ghosts can eat?" "Don't know...A movie then!"

 

“What would you Do with a Ghost for a friend anyway?”

“Don’t know. Go to a cafe?”

“Ghosts can eat?”

“Don’t know…A movie then!”

Haunted House Dare

Flash Fiction: "Taking that haunted house dare was a stupid idea! What if we actually do meet a ghost or something here?!" "Then we make a new friend."

“Taking that haunted house dare was a stupid idea! What if we actually do meet a ghost or something here?!”

“Then we make a new friend.”

 

Vampire Fiction

Flash Fiction: "I hate vampire fiction!" "Why? They make vampires look cool, mysterious and hunky." "They also make us look like human-sized mosquitoes!"

“I hate vampire fiction!”

“Why? They make vampires look cool, mysterious and hunky.”

“They also make us look like human-sized mosquitoes!”

The Beauty of Insignificance

Sometimes, I look up at the stars on a clear or semi-clear night, and it washes over me just what an insignificant speck I am in the universe.

The thought sort of calms me, though, and I laugh: I laugh at how easily fooled I am into thinking that my individual problems, doubts, and limitations are so important; that it’s actually important at all in the grand scheme of things. I laugh at the human condition – one that I subconsciously and frequently indulge in – that makes us think we are oh-so-important and that our worries and decisions are equally so. (It might not seem so at the time, of course, but hey, that’s what it is.)

I laugh and I breathe more deeply then: Because we try so hard to differentiate between what is significant and insignificant, so that we may only focus on the “significant” things in our lives, when we ourselves are such insignificant specks on a small spinning blue ball in a universe of countless other spinning (and static) colored balls.

And if I’m already so insignificant, then maybe it doesn’t matter whether or not I do “significant” or “insignificant” things. Maybe that “insignificance” is what makes each of our lives worth living and important in the first place.

The night sky with stars / A solitary girl looking up at the stars in the wide night sky; with a few clouds