Abraham Kim @abrahamKim

Hipsters talk more than Boomers these days.

Abraham Kim last shared their writing 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...
Abraham's Pantry
🧇 61 Waffles
🍫 62 Chocolate Bars
🍪 52 Cookies
🥃 49 Whiskeys
🍊 40 Tangerines
☕️ 67 Coffees
🍺 64 Beers
🥟 61 Dumplings
🍍 60 Pineapples
🍵 53 Teas
🍣 63 Sushis
🥓 50 Bacons
🥚 50 Eggs
🥩 53 Steaks
🍓 60 Strawberries
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Flash Fiction Practice
Untitled Shared at Aug 06, 2021

Night always fell, no matter how good or bad the day. This was advice she spun in her head on bad days.... while trying to ignore on the good ones.

This day was going particularly well. She hadn't woken up with too bad of a hangover. And by the time she'd...
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2021-08-06 01:21:12

Flash Fiction Practice
Untitled Shared at Aug 05, 2021

They'd spent months running into each other at Normand's Cafe like clockwork before she found out where he worked. Until then she had thought he didn't work. She had though he was just like her. Unemployed and killing time in a routine way. Grabbing coffee and people watching in the...
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2021-08-05 02:37:35

Flash Fiction Practice
Evening loop of 131

At the edge of evening, darkness fell without warning. Similar to the toad inside the pot, by the time you noticed night, day had gone and you couldn't even recall the point at which it switched over. I noticed this lack of noticing most when driving on 131.

This one...
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2021-08-03 13:08:30

Flash Fiction Practice
Driving down 131

In the evening, the drive down 131 was remarkably different given the hour. One hour it would be magic hour, that perfect photographic lighting. Half hour later it would be twilight.

After a certain moment, small movements of time would no longer matter. Two or three hours could pass and the...
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2021-08-02 23:46:02

Laraberg
On the rotting battlefield

All around him it stank of blood. Young Seun looked around using just eyeballs, keeping his head still, for if a single enemy were around to see one of the thousands of corpse suddenly arise then they would surely come promptly to finish the job. 

Seun wanted to bad to...
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2021-08-01 13:23:29

Flash Fiction Practice
Time to Beer

There's something about a 30-rack of Busch Light .

You buy from the right place and an Andrew Jackson will cover it with change to spare. If you get real lucky that change will include a quarter or two that you can save for laundry day -- if you live...
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2021-07-31 16:32:07

Flash Fiction Practice
The People's Hero

Nobody cares about the trails you've gone through if you ever end up in a good spot. During your ascension you'll be loved for a little bit. Some get lucky and it lasts years. But the slide from being a hero to villain is abrupt. So if you ever find...
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2021-07-30 12:22:26

Jeannie Hammond
Freshmen

My classmates were almost exclusively upperclassmen. I spent fall semester of senior year in AP classes devoid of freshmen. Art surprised me by how evenly distributed the classmates were. Sophomores, juniors, and seniors were the most common but there were also a decent number of freshmen in there painting and...
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2021-07-29 16:10:19

I found the Diaries of Greco
Buk

I spent the first few weeks of that job reading  Bukowski . Besides for Post Office, I read all of his books. His stories fit in with this job, because I felt like I was having one over on 'the man', and this was exactly what Buk valued. Living on...
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2021-07-28 13:17:10

Flash Fiction Practice
The Plumber's Wife -- part 1

Jane was the oldest tenant in the 11 unit building that sat in the middle of the city's prominent historic district. Although she rented a one bedroom apartment, she felt a connection to her neighbors. Not the ones inside the other units of her building, who were mostly college kids,...
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2021-07-27 13:29:41