Tag Archives: #flashfiction

We wrote about the skies

Night sky
Takes you
To many times
At once

We wrote
About the
Skies
Because
Often they’re
The only
Things
Which would
Connect us
On any level

Us
You & me
Now that I
Have grieved
I am resigned
To our decisions

Yet by sheer
Magic of my
Own imagination
& time’s concessions
I have more
Belief in the
Possibility of
Your lives than
Ever

Wonderful confession

& ever
My own
Existence
In the midst
Of unimaginable
Complex
Coordinations
Still better than
It could be
Ever

This bright
& close
Spring moon
I remember
To love me
The universe
& you for
What we made
What we had
Together

© Niliema Karkhanis


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3rd floor liminality

It’s cold today
What a boring
Thing to say

They think

As they say it

It could be colder
Anyway
Somehow today
The cold is
In their bones
Still lately they’re not
So sad as they were

Just pensive
Busying themself
The best they can

Pain lurks
They have plans

Writing stories
Creative hands

They wonder about
New things
& for the first
Time in a long
Time they can
Set themself to
Them

Sickness sickness
It won’t go
But they won’t either
& as they come to
Love themself more
They come to understand
It

The winds
Blow strength
& fear into them
In their
3rd floor
Liminality

© Niliema Karkhanis


Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash


The pink & lilac dusk

The pink & lilac
Dusk brings
Me to
You
On
Other
Evenings

Our activities

The games

We’d play

Maybe we
Didn’t take it
Seriously
Enough
Or maybe
We took
It all
Too
Seriously

Hospital visits
By magic
We survived
Many things

9 lives
9 stray cats
To keep
Alive
Only one
Comes
Inside

On the balcony
The squirrels
Hide
Peanuts
They find
& the cats
Watch
Them
Curiously
&
Admiringly
As neighbours
On 2nd
& 3rd floors
Giggle & laugh
From inside

These moments

I remember

Through

Many

As some of the coziest

Among the ones

Which are cherished

© Niliema Karkhanis

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Manufacturing hope

Manufacturing hope is my exactly 20-word story for the 20 Words Tuesday prompt: hope
Hosted by Bulbul’s Bubble

She was the stories she told. Manufacturing hope. Playing other characters with hints of herself. Composites. Driving the town over.


© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

Hide & seek

1

Hiding easily

Seeking

Little you

A favourite game

2

Hide & seek

It stays with you

The hiding

The searching

The finding

Curious you

Always

3

Crawling

Under something

Looking under

Something

For yourself

Incomplete

4

Incompletion

It helps to know

How to hide

& how to

Protect yourself

Every piece

They say

5

They never

Have a great

Answer for

When that

Isn’t possible

No

Don’t

Don’t

For so

Long

It was about

Not about

What happened

What happened

Is a question

You grow to answer

In repetition to

Many

6

Answers

Hidden

From

Self

Anyway

A note

7

Said

Or unsaid

You

8

Hide & seek

A physical game

A break

From visibility

9

The appeal

It lingers

When life

Makes being

Found

Dangerous

10

Searching

Even more

As mortality

Uncoils

Itself

Over

& over

You get used to it

© Niliema Karkhanis

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An erudite friend

That enduring

Impression

Of an erudite

Friend

Remembered

A welcome

Change of opinion

The context of

Affection

In conversation

At work

Outside

Sitting on grass

Under sunshine

Talking

Dialogue

It is an interesting

Thing that ideas

Are significant

As much so

As so much else

Maybe more

Obviously

Personal

About you

You have left

This world

Still I remember

The way we thought

Things through together

It meant something

© Niliema Karkhanis


For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: impression, & the Word of the Day Challenge: erudite


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Of flitting

Cw: implied intimate partner violence, allusion

I think you thought it was me who had a tendency to flit around. Maybe you were too polite at the time to say it. Sometimes I see it in my writing. My entire flittiness. Is that a word? Is that of consequence? Prescriptive linguistics are a bore & offensive.

See how I flit?

You did it too though. Didn’t you? I never got a chance to say that your light switch 0 & 1 reaction to my multi-dimensions wasn’t exactly grounded. Was it?

Your flit

Like a live

Electrical

Wire

Dipped in

Libation

An explosion

From

Misinformation

Perhaps the most poignant indicator of it all: the refusal of acknowledgement.

The victim-blaming.

I’m a poet because I hate lying & I want to leave impressions more than I want to offer any fixed answers.

But I say victim-blaming in plain language, because we need to say it more just like that.

You know?

The funny thing is…you do know.

& that’s what hurts the most.

That someone who should know better, hurt me more than almost anyone else.

Didn’t you care that you were my comrade?

Didn’t you care that threats are not love?

I’m not selfish for knowing that. For being clear about any of it…clear when I was also the most confused.

I write these letters to you. Unsent letters to you.

Not because I think you’ll listen to psychic logic. No.

But so I can believe myself.

So that I can actually believe myself.

I do more now.

I do.

You dropped me carelessy while looking away & pretending not to.

Is that not a flit of all flits? Was I not responding to it?

Flicking. Flicked.

Thrown by the wayside. Me by you.

I managed to swim.

Back into my own watery disillusioned self again. My lost body.

Disillusionment.

You took from me: illusionment.

Is that a word? In this day & age that should be of no consequence.

I’m still swimming to here in what seems like perpetuity.

At that time, my words for you were shaky. Like I was. In such physical precarity, I wrote from the heart. For you.

Comrade, that you betrayed what we had, it kills me to this day. Not that that means anything to you.

As spring arrives, anticipating blossoming, I remember our future as it left us because our beginning began too soon.

Everyone hates an I told you so. Maybe less so when it’s a note to self.

I’m less shaky nowadays.

After the night of me, the afternoon of me, the morning of me collapsed into myself, somehow my flutter finally returned. 

My silvery wings of sheer mettle. Renewed radiating energy; on an eventual return to reality, the unreality of we; the spell, finally leaving me.

© Niliema Karkhanis


For Your Daily Word Prompt: flit


Flit & flitting definitions


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Bicycle

The days

When we

Sat

Listening

To musics

Playing

Chess

Forgetting

The rules

For fun

Or we

Would

Sit

Outside

On the

Stairs

The cats

Always

Beside

Us

Grey & orange

Games

Setting

Suns

Stars

In our eyes

Winters

Of things

Springs

Of flowers

& bicycle

Season’s

First

Ice creams […]

Bicycle

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

Fairies & phantoms

~○~

In the quiet

Of a

Still

Solitary

Moment

You think

About

Movement

Anyway

Because

This is how

Stillness

Evades

Consciousness

~○~

Always things to do

That’s what quiet says

~○~

Fairies & phantoms

Play in

The gardens

Of possibility

~○~

Procrastion spring

Before

Dream nights

Of midsummer

~○~

Waiting for

The moment

Breath taken

~○~

Moving summer

Stories

Fantastical

Things &

Really real

Things

~○~

Where ghosts

Play &

Fairies sing

On clouds

This is

The life

We try

Being in

~○~

Here where

Stories come

To life

Animated

We live by

Our scribes

Stillness

Becomes

Movement

Comes to life

~○~

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

Bicycle

The days

When we

Sat

Listening

To musics

Playing

Chess

Forgetting

The rules

For fun

Or we

Would

Sit

Outside

On the 

Stairs

The cats

Always

Beside

Us

Grey

& orange

Games

Setting

Suns

Stars

In our eyes

Winters

Of things

Springs

Of

Flowers

& bicycle

Season’s

First

Ice creams

We had

Many days

Together

& so

No

Matter

What

That is

A lot

Lucky

We

Were

Time

Gave us

Enough

To have

Many

Boring

Things

As well

As many

Life-altering

Ones

Even

Odds

&

Ends

Too

Soon

Lines

Drawing

Time

Spines

Of books

& eyes

On

What

We

Were

We did

Things

Anyway

© Niliema Karkhanis