Abraham Kim @abrahamKim
Hipsters talk more than Boomers these days.
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Marc Love was surprised to learn that Drew had a phD fromΒ
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. Not because Drew didn't seem smart but because he was here now in America working as a cashier at a grocery store. Love wanted to ask how he came to do that but didn't want to...
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The wrong man
They told him time was short.Β
"You might not make it."
Remembering the way those words came out of the unemotional man's mouth terrified him the most. When you were fucked, you wanted to deal with an emotional person. They could be manipulated. You could buy yourself a case. This was...
"You might not make it."
Remembering the way those words came out of the unemotional man's mouth terrified him the most. When you were fucked, you wanted to deal with an emotional person. They could be manipulated. You could buy yourself a case. This was...
Laraberg
So much life
The world was disintegrating itself... just as it always had been. But to a young, ambitious man like Young Seun, it felt not like a cyclical fact of life, but rather an evil to be combatted. That's what made him convince himself that he needed to go fight this war....
Flash Fiction Practice
The day after, I turned 18
Songs used to spontaneously play inside my head. I might see something and suddenly hear a tune. Occasionally this tune would strike me so much that my entire day changed.
On this particular day I heard a Broken Social Scene song while walking to the cafe. A chill, distorted girl repeated...
On this particular day I heard a Broken Social Scene song while walking to the cafe. A chill, distorted girl repeated...
Abe's Blog
Addicted to writing
I wrote a comment to
GabrielGreco
in this post, about how I'm so into my new job these days that I might only write in the evenings for a few weeks. But in writing that comment I just got hooked into my writer-mode....
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...
This day was going particularly well. She hadn't woken up with too bad of a hangover. And by the time she'd...
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...
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...
This one...
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...
After a certain moment, small movements of time would no longer matter. Two or three hours could pass and the...
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.Β
Seun wanted to bad to...
Seun wanted to bad to...
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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...
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...