yheela

[yheela]

My fingers are digging deeply into the earth. Battlefield dirt mixing with battlefield blood. My own blood, not my own blood.

[yheela]

Repeat

"Repeat" #microfiction #blog

The mornings were always the same. Same routine. Same people. Same coffee from the same coffee truck. Sometimes I thought I could just copy paste the previous day’s notes and no one would know. But I knew I couldn’t recycle my sightings, they would know, they always knew. I didn’t know why I had to follow him around. They could easily keep track of him from all the tech he used. His digital…

[yheela]

Air Bubbles

"Air Bubbles" #microfiction #blog

I stared at the empty fridge, as if staring long enough would fill it with anything edible. I had a bottle of mineral water, a packet of fast food ketchup and medical patches that for some reason had been put there. I downed the mineral water, the bubbles burned and tickled my throat. It calmed my stomach, but I knew I would be hungry within the hour again. The packet of ketchup looked old. I…

[yheela]

Borrowed

"Borrowed" #microfiction #blog

Sa’araf scratched the scales on their head and made that hissing sound that means that their unhappy with things. I have to figure out how I’m going to make it up to them. The package has been delivered, but two hours too late. Which meant that the Kazmu brothers had missed this weeks shipment. And I wouldn’t get paid, unless I found something as valuable for them to… borrow.

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Digital Prison

"Digital Prison" #microfiction #blog

The only way out slammed shut without a sound. There was this small blip or glitch or scramble of the interface, which had me pausing and looking around. The wall of digital ice that I had hacked was smooth as glass, no trace of the hole I drilled with my tools and skill. I looked at my surroundings. It was displayed as boxes stacked on top of each other, each box filled with information. If my…

[yheela]

Ice Dragons

"Ice Dragons" #microfiction #blog

The night academy was quieting down. Most students only did normal classes, there were only a handful who stayed for the advanced ones. Today was xenobiology and exoplanetary studies. My dad wanted me to go into investment, like him, but I knew my place was out there, off planet. He wouldn’t stop me, he would just sigh and mutter about pipe dreams. Tonight it was me, the bright pink Suos who’s…

[yheela]

Goodnight Skye

"Goodnight Skye" #microfiction #blog

‘You pulled my heart out of my chest just to let it bleed.’ I stared at the words I typed. They were as close to how I felt as I could make them. I couldn’t send him this. This was like badly written poetry. I was already pathetic. What if he showed anyone this? I backspaced until there was nothing to send. Quiet and happy words were heard through the door to my room. My parents were making…

[yheela]

Mirror

"Mirror" #microfiction #blog

He cleaned his brushes. Wet paint smeared on his clothes and face, more than on the canvas propped up on a chair. He sighed. Maybe this canvas was wasted. Maybe this wouldn’t develop into what he could picture in his head. He wanted to throw his brushes in the sink, but he rinsed them carefully and put them to dry in their usual spot. The cold steel of the sink shone in the bright light from the…

[yheela]

Starlight

"Starlight" #microfiction #blog

A long time ago, beyond the stars and the frozen clouds and the galaxies, a girl wanted to start again. She built a silver ship to take her off her small green planet, to sleep in the blackness of space. And she slept. Dreamless sleep in nothingness. Strange new stars, new life, new start. A green planet. A yellow sun. Waking up to unknown sounds and sights, alien languages, alien life.…

[yheela]

Morning Rush Hour

"Morning Rush Hour" #microfiction #blog

Being in a hurry meant burnt toast for breakfast, because I forgot to jiggle the button to not have it get stuck and not pop the toast out of the toaster. Swearing and crunching on the blackened bread, and jumping around on one foot to pull my boots on, I tried to remember where I put my tablet and the red lipstick. The tablet was on the bed, the lipstick in my bag and most of the toast in the…

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Rainy Afternoon

"Rainy Afternoon" #microfiction #blog

The bed was warm and soft, I buried deeper into the pillow. Quiet pitter patter of rain told me there was no hurry to get up. Movement next to me had me pausing. My pulse quickened. My sleepy brain sorted through last night’s memories. …I was laughing with my friends, the wine bar was cloaked in soft shadows, and the other guests were shadowy glimmers of happiness. He entered the bar with his…

[yheela]

Strange Dinner Companions

"Strange Dinner Companions" #microfiction #blog

Mona said she was running late. Her class at the academy had ended later than she had hoped, and she wanted to go past her flat to change before meeting up with me. I didn’t say a word. We had already rescheduled our dinner date five times on account of her not being able to make it. Last minute. She insisted we meet up at this Chinese restaurant on the border to the Jewellery District. It was…

[yheela]

Behind The Scenes

All I had to do was to lose the jacket before switching trains. Snag the delivery from Oh Seungmin, double back, get on the first train, lose the jacket, catch the next train, dump the delivery at Heikki’s and get back home before dad realised I had been gone. But that damn zipper got stuck. So I missed the second train. And the cops stuffing their faces at that Polish pirogue place were…

[yheela]

Atmosphere

"Atmosphere" #microfiction #blog

*static* …anyone can hear m… *static* …low on… *static* …running low on fuel. I have no idea of where… right now. The last thi… *static* …ocean and forest. *static and beeping* …yone? Please. *sobs* …on fumes… *static* …low orbit… *static* … *beeps* … *static*

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New in Town

"New In Town" #microfiction #blog

Two months in Trerasys wasn’t near enough to acclimatize to the megalopolis. Each quarter was different from the next, each new street was similar to the previous one, but still different. I had gotten lost more times than I dared count. The room I rented was on the edge of the Chinese neighbourhood, close to The Well, but not part of that maze of alleys, street food and crime. I could see…

[yheela]

To Be Forgiven

"To Be Forgiven" #microfiction #blog

Andrian yawned. The late afternoon meant he had been working for more than 12 hours. The director had it in his head that they would get through the last 5 episodes of the drama before nightfall. Whatever. He would work for days if it meant that this show was ending. “Duna!” Marcel was in full costume again after being tossed around in a fight scene an hour ago. “Man, did you hear the bullshit?”…

[yheela]

Birthday

I took the extra shift at the wonton place. Even though I had to run to catch the bus from the corner store I work at. I hardly ever turn shifts down, I have to be really sick or triple booked to turn one down. Old lady Tang threw an apron at me as I came into the kitchen. She didn’t have to say a word, I collected all the dishes I could find and plunged my hands into the sink. Growing up I had…