Miro's Day: A Narrative Fiction

“Beat me!” he heard her cry. “Throw me down and beat me, you dirty little coward!”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He glared at me and sashayed inside, leaving me to gather my bags. That dick.

“There was a heavy thud. A couple of seconds later, I felt a wave come through the room. The thick concrete walls were bent like rubber. I thought war had broken out. We started to look for Khodemchuk (his coworker) but he had been by the pumps and had been vaporized. Steam wrapped around everything; it was dark and there was a horrible hissing noise. There was no ceiling, only sky; a sky full of stars." A stream of ionizing radiation was shooting star wards, like a laser beam. "I remember thinking how beautiful it was."

A shadow passed over his smug expression. He slid his hips from the desk and his flinty eyes hardened to thin slits. “You’re lying.”

I start to think through the whole night, struggling to detangle a story, even a sentence, from my racing memories. Every moment under the stars that seemed so perfect at the time, even that faint trash smell, was a clue I needed to unravel. But all I can see is her face; all I can hear is her laugh.

He opened his sack and as he grabbed a potato he saw a outline of a person, as the mysterious figure came closer, he ran, scampering. The figure moved quick as a mouse, and as he ran, his face appeared, and just as suddenly black hair covered his face, as if a mask was concealing his

The pitiful thing was sodden. So, despite the incredulous look he received from his charge, he folded it and draped it over his arm. "Listen. I'm your bodyguard, and while I'm sure you think you can take care of yourself, many people would take advantage of such a young and…” he trailed off, pausing for him to press his now thin lips together before he spoke, “Some would say even a lovely prince. Do you want to end up auctioned off to some pervert in the underground market?" he asked, his tone irritated but still engraved with a hint of worry.

They had a long day of playing pirates and catching fire flies. They were just playing a game of tag when they collapsed on the blanket with heaving chests. So they both settled on looking at stars.

“A pistol pressed against his son’s temple. A dark hand came into view, then an arm. Then a man came from behind the door and lifted his finger to his lips.”

“Vivienne! Coxey! Come quick! There’s a…monster outside!” I heard one of the tiny dolls shout. Two dainty girls entered the room from a ladder. All the people, there were four of them, turned to face me. One of them, with wavy black hair and a frilly red dress, spoke up.

one by one the stars disappear as daylight nears and dan lies awake on his uncomfortable bed. he can see the sun peek through his window blinds, causing him to squint at the intense brightness. his eyes avert to the space next to him, missing the time when said spot was once not empty.

“Shut up,” I told him. “All the parents will be on us if you don’t. No doubt they heard some noise and are coming out to see what’s

“Well I hate you and mom, you guess are always nagging me I hate it so just leave me alone.” Alex shouted the fury growing his face turning red.

“You seem like a perfectly pleasant girl, but I can see the wildness in those blue eyes of yours. I bet I can tame you.” He says as he licks his lips. I shiver with disgust. He take another step forward, while I take another back. We repeat this motion until I feel my back presses against the wall. He takes this opportunity to cage me so I can’t escape.

He saw himself lying in bed. Suddenly, an orb of blinding light descended from the ceiling and rested on his chest. Then, rapid scenes flashed through his mind.