Abraham Kim @abrahamKim
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Microsoft
Office was horrible software. That's why he liked it. Things were too slick these days. Apps. The kids were always on a few at the same time. When one app got old today two new ones came to replace them. Apps. Apps everywhere.ย
apps
ย apps apps.
That sounded like a...
That sounded like a...
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Coffees
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Teas
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Soup Kitchen
My mom used to take meย
downtown
everyย
Saturday
, a forty minute drive, so that I could volunteer with her at aย
soup kitchen
. She told me it was good for building my character, but she also knew that my dad needed a break at least one day...
Flash Fiction Practice
Old man tries to keep up with young Alex
Hisย
apprentice
excited him, but made him feel a little bit uncomfortable.
Each morning he'd go downstairs to see young Alex already eager to tackle the day. He wasn't sure what his apprentice's morning routine consisted of but he was sure that there was some intenseย exercise there and someย notebooking...
Each morning he'd go downstairs to see young Alex already eager to tackle the day. He wasn't sure what his apprentice's morning routine consisted of but he was sure that there was some intenseย exercise there and someย notebooking...
Fiction Snippets
Reaching out | No existential loose threads
Reaching out is key.
Paul, can I tell you something?
Yeah, course. Just don't call me Paul.
She looked at him, face scrunched in a smile.
So I just texted my cousin, How's the job hunt going? and she said, Not well. I only found like two or three things. But then I...
Paul, can I tell you something?
Yeah, course. Just don't call me Paul.
She looked at him, face scrunched in a smile.
So I just texted my cousin, How's the job hunt going? and she said, Not well. I only found like two or three things. But then I...
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Shadow | Wanderlust
Her back was to the windows with the blinds open so that theย
shadow
made her face black.
"I can't see you," he said.ย
"What do you mean?"
"You're a shadow." He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as she walked over to the bed and now theย sun shined upon...
"I can't see you," he said.ย
"What do you mean?"
"You're a shadow." He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as she walked over to the bed and now theย sun shined upon...
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V2
V2
rocket program.
Gravity's Rainbow byย Thomas Pynchon .
A novel inspired by a single concept. That sprawled into an entire web of stories.
All coming from one human, timeless value: fear .
Theย ICBM will take less than half an hour. It will arrive with no sound. It's probably better if...
Gravity's Rainbow byย Thomas Pynchon .
A novel inspired by a single concept. That sprawled into an entire web of stories.
All coming from one human, timeless value: fear .
Theย ICBM will take less than half an hour. It will arrive with no sound. It's probably better if...
Flash Fiction Practice
Outage
When he entered theย
cafe
, it was shadowed. Not dark, theย
sun
's light made its way, filtered, to the main area where people were seated.
People were conversing, in hushed tones, now that the music was off. The person at the counter couldn't buy their coffee . Theย barista...
People were conversing, in hushed tones, now that the music was off. The person at the counter couldn't buy their coffee . Theย barista...
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Untitled Shared at Mar 04, 2022
as reply to Commute 2
On the morning ride, I hardly ever kept my eyes closed.
There was this weird thing about morning, where my mind didn't meander. Leaving me wanting more. Just sitting there on the bus, I felt like my thoughts were good enough.
In the evening I'd always be curious about what other people...
There was this weird thing about morning, where my mind didn't meander. Leaving me wanting more. Just sitting there on the bus, I felt like my thoughts were good enough.
In the evening I'd always be curious about what other people...
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Groceries
For years all he wanted out of life was to be able to affordย
groceries
. Everybody around him wanted toย
hustle
and become big shot CEOs orย
lifestyle business
owners that the internet looked up to. But all he wanted was to be able to go to the grocery...
Flash Fiction Practice
Man turns water into blood. Man spills other mens' blood.
Man drank pureย
water
and it became hisย
blood
.
Sometimes he and another man would get into an argument over water. And he would hit the other man with a rock and blood would flow out of the other man.
The first time man killed he felt invincible. By the...
Sometimes he and another man would get into an argument over water. And he would hit the other man with a rock and blood would flow out of the other man.
The first time man killed he felt invincible. By the...
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They went to a swanky
bistro
where everything was high quality. The wood and velvet and leather that draped the well to do diners during their care free conversations. The
quality
of ingredients. The thick, textured paper of the menus. The wax of the burning candles.
The only thing...
The only thing...