MUSÉE 29 – EVOLUTION
Evolution explores the concepts of progress, transformation, growth, and advancement in an age when images are taking a dramatic shift in the role they play in our lives.
MUSÉE 29 – EVOLUTION
Evolution explores the concepts of progress, transformation, growth, and advancement in an age when images are taking a dramatic shift in the role they play in our lives.
All tagged Flash Fiction
Sharp bursts of creative, thought-provoking prose, capturing the subtle nuances within a photograph.
Sharp bursts of creative, thought-provoking prose, capturing the subtle nuances within a photograph.
Sharp bursts of creative, thought-provoking prose, capturing the subtle nuances within a photograph.
Sharp bursts of creative, thought-provoking prose, capturing the subtle nuances within a photograph.
Sharp bursts of creative, thought-provoking prose, capturing the subtle nuances within a photograph.
Sharp bursts of creative, thought-provoking prose, capturing the subtle nuances within a photograph.
His wish was to be on television. Then he would be all over the world. He encountered his manager at the end of a fishing rod. Imagine the fisherman’s surprise when the fish began to speak. He pitched his idea to the fisherman, who danced with glee.
Despite our immortality, life as a phoenix was hard. Misunderstood by humans, we disguised ourselves as mortal birds, often cardinals or finches.
His wish was to be on television. Then he would be all over the world. He encountered his manager at the end of a fishing rod. Imagine the fisherman’s surprise when the fish began to speak. He pitched his idea to the fisherman, who danced with glee.
Ingrid sought out solitude in nature. Anxiety fed on her mind like a parasite. She had been on the run for so long, but the crisp, still air was peaceful.
I fucked someone else and now I had to get home. The street swarmed with nightgoers—gazes reflecting my indiscretion back at me.
That day felt everlasting. We laid together, pretending we existed solely in the summer sun.
When I was nine years old, every week my mom and I would pick a job and for a few days I would “test it out”.
“What do you think, Charlie?” I asked. “Can you feel the fresh air sifting through your cornmeal?”
