Abraham Kim @abrahamKim

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He still tried to remember their name though. If he'd see them again for whatever reason in the hall he would say hi to them and if he remembered, then their name. This is something one of his bosses had stressed: the importance of one's name.
Β He had thought names...
Β He had thought names...
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Coffees
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Beers
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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...
Fiction Snippets
Shadow | Wanderlust
Her back was to the windows with the blinds open so that theΒ
shadow
made her face black.
"I can't see you," he said.Β
"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 theΒ sun shined upon...
"I can't see you," he said.Β
"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 theΒ sun shined upon...
Abe's Blog
V2
V2
rocket program.
Gravity's Rainbow byΒ 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 .
TheΒ ICBM will take less than half an hour. It will arrive with no sound. It's probably better if...
Gravity's Rainbow byΒ 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 .
TheΒ 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 theΒ
cafe
, it was shadowed. Not dark, theΒ
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 . TheΒ barista...
People were conversing, in hushed tones, now that the music was off. The person at the counter couldn't buy their coffee . TheΒ barista...
Flash Fiction Practice
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...
Flash Fiction Practice
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...
Flash Fiction Practice
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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...
Flash Fiction Practice
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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...