The Tale of Abigail Fig_A Very Short Story_Ohi’a Lehua_The Void in the Attic
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The Tale of Abigail Fig
BANG! BUZZZZZZZZZ!Percy Pudders wallowed in his pathetic, rusting apartment. His mind drowned by the deafening noise above, as well as his own self-pity. Big, fat Percy Pudders; too scared to approach the man, who lived above him, to ask him to stop drilling and playing music at 1am on a Monday. No. Percy would sit and take it. Reminiscent of every aspect of his entire life. It was Percy’s 40th birthday. No big celebrations, though. Not even any cards in the post. His mother was his only family and she was long gone. He missed her. He had no friends. It was possibly the saddest birthday anyone...
A Very Short Story
“We’re running owww.onedoor.ccut of time.”Why did he say that out loud on the sidewalk? He wanted to read a book. Not a big deal, but he had not enjoyed a good book since university when he had taken an elective to go with his business administration courses. That was a time when he enjoyed talking about and reading Russian literature; when they had talked about and discussed Chekhov and Tolstoy. That was on the list, right? Some Dostoevsky, too… He had liked it. So, there was the bookstore… And he kept walking.No girlfriend at 25? It must have made him a little crazy right then and there; all that cubicle ...
Ohi’a Lehua
According to Hawaiian legend, the Volcano goddess, Pele, fell in love with a young man named Ohi’a. She tried to flirt with the handsome man but he rejected her. He was already in love with a young woman named Lehua. No one ever refused Pele and in a fit of jealousy, she turned Ohi’a into a tree. Lehua was devastated by the transformation and remained inconsolable. The other gods took pity on Lehua. They turned her into a flower and placed her on the tree of her lover. Hawaiians believe when someone plucks a flower from the Ohi’a Lehua tree, it begins to rain–signifying the tears of the separa...
The Void in the Attic
It was the first flicker of what would prove to be far too many over the following days.They were simple enough at first, innocuous even.The light in the ceiling of his office had flickered.But not like the usual flicker of a bulb going out.It was as if that part of the ceiling where the light was supposed to be opened up, showing the dark, deep attic above.He looked at that spot for a fraction of a second, shrugged, and continued with his work.But the next day, he had, perhaps naturally, grown curious about the strange flickering.To his luck, more lights had flickered.Well, it wasn't even jus...