Abraham Kim @abrahamKim

Hipsters talk more than Boomers these days.
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was now gripping his arm
The second pour over was so good that he decided to order a third. That was his decision. He would do what he wanted. The only thing that stopped him was an outside force. A man in a suit gently tapping his shoulder. The man in the suit was not...
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Flash Fiction Practice
Imogen Howe dreams of a life she's unashamed of
After high school she sought to run her own cafe because of insecurities. She wasn't smart enough to go to a real university likeΒ
Jeannie Hammond
. And out of all the jobs she could think of, running aΒ
cafe
seemed the most respectful.
That was a naive belief constructed by...
That was a naive belief constructed by...
Flash Fiction Practice
Untitled Shared at Sep 05, 2021
On her smoke break she wondered where all the black from theΒ
coffee
went. Sometimes when she drank a lot of coffee, especially strong coffee, her urine smelled of it. It delighted her actually. But she never saw any black coming out. And she didn't have black skin or hair....
Flash Fiction Practice
Jean Gras and I drank a lot of coffee but not beer
The first few times you go to coffee with somebody are almost always quite exciting. Both people listen to each other and it turns out to be an exciting exchange of ideas and theories. After a few times this excitement fades. You both begin to realize that in fact all...
Flash Fiction Practice
Imogen waits in the car while Jeannie buys Miller Lite
It wasΒ
Tuesday
night. Pitch black where she sat inside an orange SUV, the engine cut on the unlit parking lot across from the gas station. Jeannie was inside, picking up a 24 pack of
Miller Lite
using her cousin's ID.
Two things were on Imogen's mind as she listened to...
Two things were on Imogen's mind as she listened to...
Flash Fiction Practice
The Heirloom Farm
There's a farmer I used to live near who had an interesting proposition. You got to bury your loved ones in his soil and he would grow food from it. I remember my friend finding out about this service and signing up almost as a joke, but also because he...
Flash Fiction Practice
Untitled Shared at Aug 31, 2021
"You need to meet my girlfriend."
Kenny hung around a lot of girls but I never took him especially as somebody who had a girlfriend. I was a bit taken a back and didn't know what to say so I uttered the most generic thing I could think of.
"What's her name?"
"Jean."
"She...
Kenny hung around a lot of girls but I never took him especially as somebody who had a girlfriend. I was a bit taken a back and didn't know what to say so I uttered the most generic thing I could think of.
"What's her name?"
"Jean."
"She...
Flash Fiction Practice
Untitled Shared at Aug 29, 2021
I'm gladΒ
Instagram
wasn't a thing back then. I would've been super annoyed with the amount of pics that we would have to take to make ourselves look cool. We still took photos, but not as many. But funny thing we did was we would just en masse post them....
Flash Fiction Practice
Untitled Shared at Aug 29, 2021
We booked one hotel room to save money. But we also did it so that we could sleep in the same room as Maddy and Sylvia. It was Kenny's idea, I just went along with it. But somehow it ended up sounding like my plan. See this is why I...
Flash Fiction Practice
Walter Krauss
Somedays Walter Krauss felt like the king in that bible story where he told the mothers that the baby would be cut in half. Whenever he met with someone in his department in person he was often dealing with personal beefs. Political drama. Seizures for finite power and posturing egos.Β ...
Flash Fiction Practice
Untitled Shared at Aug 27, 2021
He wasn't sure what to write about that day. And it was getting late. So he thought about breaking his streak. Then he realized it was too late. Somebody was reading this and that meant he had posted.Β
Damn. Again!Β
A poor piece of writing had slipped through his brain...
Damn. Again!Β
A poor piece of writing had slipped through his brain...