Abraham Kim @abrahamKim
Hipsters talk more than Boomers these days.
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While peeping out the blinds Love thought of BAKA and how he had sent him messages for days after BAKA disappeared on him back at Denver's ranch. All he wanted was a reply. Even if it was a good bye. But nothing came from the other end.
Now he was considering...
Now he was considering...
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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...
Flash Fiction Practice
Groceries
For years all he wanted out of life was to be able to affordΒ
groceries
. Everybody around him wanted toΒ
hustle
and become big shot CEOs orΒ
lifestyle business
owners that the internet looked up to. But all he wanted was to be able to go to the grocery...
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Man turns water into blood. Man spills other mens' blood.
Man drank pureΒ
water
and it became hisΒ
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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as reply to πΎπΎπΎπΎπΎ
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...
Westcity
A trip
The sky would descend on them any moment. Of this he was certain. He was trying to warn the others, they were walking together in a group of four, but he didn't want to spook them. How to let them know that soon the sky would be down here, where...
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πΎπΎπΎπΎ
as reply to πΎπΎπΎ
By the time he walked into the menagerie of 10AM at the office, he was calm about everything. He knew he'd get out of this. He'd gotten himself into worse situations before. Plus now that he thought about it, his wife catching himΒ
cheating
wasn't the biggest of his worries.
Even...
Even...
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πΎπΎ
as reply to πΎ
The thought of returning home felt unwise. Although he spent all day dreaming up sales copy that could convince bozos into buying almost anything, Dempsey couldn't imagine a plausible explanation, a believable story as to why he had been gone all night.
It painted too perfect a picture: the cheating husband....
It painted too perfect a picture: the cheating husband....
Flash Fiction Practice
The man who turns water into blood
Man saw that every time
urine
left his body he would soon die...
if it were not for water . Pure, clear water that he could drink so that he would not run out of blood .
The earth provided so much water. It seemed an endless supply. Man would urinate in...
if it were not for water . Pure, clear water that he could drink so that he would not run out of blood .
The earth provided so much water. It seemed an endless supply. Man would urinate in...
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You've never seen Max Dempsey's beard
Compared to other men
downtown
late evening, Max Dempsey has an edge. While others sport the dark blue shade of a
five o clock shadow
, Dempsey's chin and jawline flaunts fresh.
The key is to know when he's going out after work. To plan ahead. When he's decided that...
The key is to know when he's going out after work. To plan ahead. When he's decided that...
Abe's Blog
curiosity + consistency > anything-else
curiosity
+
consistency
is probably all you need.
Unless you're looking to be a world changer .
But there are very few world changers amongst us. And the desire to change "the world" is something we learned on the way. Maybe it was an icky lesson at first so we pretended that...
Unless you're looking to be a world changer .
But there are very few world changers amongst us. And the desire to change "the world" is something we learned on the way. Maybe it was an icky lesson at first so we pretended that...