100-Word Fiction: ‘The Silence of the Sea’

No matter how hard I search, the internet will not uncloud my memory. How many secrets are trapped there, out of reach? I have been searching for a specific edition of a small and rather famous book by the French resistance writer, Vercors. In my mind its cover is blue, but nothing I find confirms my thoughts. The harder I think, the longer I search, the more frayed my thought gets, and the more afraid I am that the truth is not there. It is gone. I am waiting a response from the sky regarding the silence of the sea.

100-Word Fiction: ‘In the Haze’

It was the early period of the Pacific drought and every day, J___ would walk along the promenade, whether in a summer cold snap or the heatwave of a late autumn afternoon. He would stop and stare at the container ships on the horizon, imagining the imports and exports, and see the plumes of smoke from the refinery. All was well. On the pier, children whooshed down the helter-skelter. Through the haze of sea and sun, J___ saw the faint outline of the wind turbines. Were they nearer than before? There was something in his throat. He felt scared.

100-Word Fiction: ‘But If It Is What We Believe’

You must believe that what we did was not wrong.
You must believe that we did not what was wrong.
What you must believe… that we did… was not wrong.
Must you believe that what we did was not wrong?
You must not believe that what we did was wrong.

What was wrong that we did you must not believe.
We must believe that what you did was not wrong.
Not what we did was wrong. You must believe that.
You believe not. What must we did that was wrong.
You must not believe that what we did was wrong.

100-Word Fiction: ‘We All Live In Greenland Now’

The ice is melting round us all. The winds are breaking it apart. Soon its great mass will be shattered into fragile crystalline flakes that look like trees. And the wind will raise great fires from the earth and blow them through the trees and the trees will turn to ash. And the wind will lift the ash to the heavens and rain it down on us. And the ash will fall into rivers and kill the fish and the rivers will be swallowed by the seas which will rise up against us, for they know what we have done.