(1109 words) “Arman, did you pack your mask?” “Yes mom.” “Did you pack your stabilizer?” “Yes mom.” “Do you have an extra tank of O 2 ?” “Yes m –” the young boy paused and started to rummage through his bag searching for the compact canister. A large sigh escaped him as he panned over to his mother who had her decorated hand on her waist. A soft chuckle escaped the tall woman as she tucked the canister in his backpack. “Thanks mom” he whispered. With a scratch on his head, she strapped the mask on his face and fixed the goggles on his eyes and gave him a kiss on his forehead. A heavy and weary sigh left her as she hugged him. “Mom, I’m just going on a field trip.” the boy sighed. “I know sweetheart. It’s just that the gas levels are really high today...the highest we’ve seen in months.” she whispered. “It’s fine. Aren’t you a scientist?” “Yeah,” she chuckled wiping her nose, “Yeah I am. Go on, you don’t wanna be late.” He waved back at her as he walked th...
Happy Ole Halllow's Eve my spooky babies! How are you guys doing? I know, I know it's been a minute. But I'm happy to report that I've been doing a lot of writing. So I just thought I'll give you guys a creepy flash fiction I did. It all honestly started from a dream I had . And it was so confusing to me, I had to write it down to make it make sense. But enough of my rambling. Here is the story! Let me know your feedback; I would love to hear it! MIND GAMES The dark ambiance of the night spilled into my room while I gazed up at my mundane ceiling; certain questions swirled in my mind. What is the purpose of life? What is the purpose of us? Why is life so sacred but not death? Why do we place so much value on the longevity of life when it is death that is eternal? I pondered on these questions quite frequently. Folks often thought that I’m just the town’s freak. They would habitually write me off as a depressed, cryptic wench with a few psych...