omao

Small stories aboutdistance,silence,and strange little moments between people.

by omao

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‘The Walk Home’

Two footsteps.
They stop.
Three.

Distance. Silence. Strange little moments between people.

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Green.
Nobody moved.
Still three.

#TheWalkHome

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The Walk Home: Remains

6
Library.
The book returned.
A bookmark remains.

#TheWalkHome　#microfiction

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@Saganismm The advice was sound.
The ground
wasn't.

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@Saganismm We read different books.
Somehow,
the answers matched.

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The crossing ended.
The footsteps didn't.
Still three.

#TheWalkHome

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The room relaxed.
My seat
felt farther away.

#poetry #minimalism

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『Don't Look』
Kitchen.
The second cup stayed in the cabinet.
I never checked.
It never left.

#microfiction #uncanny

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『The Metamorphosis』

He became an insect.

The door
changed first.

#Kafka　#TheMetamorphosis

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The Walk Home: Remains

5
Bus stop.
Nobody waiting.
The line remains.

#TheWalkHome

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I don't remember the compliments.
The insults stayed long enough to learn the date.

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My name was called.
The next one
had already begun.

#poetry #minimalism

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The Walk Home: Remains

4
Parking lot.
The car gone.
Oil on the ground.

#TheWalkHome

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understood it.
That was the moment
I stopped moving.

The answer arrived.
The feeling
started doubting itself.

Nothing was hidden.
That was the problem.

#Dostoevsky 　#NotesFromUnderground 　#philosophy 　#minimalism

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The Walk Home: Remains
3

Station platform.
The train leaves.
The wind stays.

#TheWalkHome

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After getting rejected, he suddenly knew everything wrong with the school.

“Are you cheating?” Before asking, she flipped her phone over.

Back at his parents’ house, he started leaving his dishes on the table again.

#microfiction 　#humannature

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The Walk Home: Remains

2
Classroom.
The lights off.
One desk warm.

#TheWalkHome #microfiction

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『Already』

Arrested.
No reason.

I defend myself.
From.

No verdict.
Still judged.

The door is open.
Not for me.

I wait.
It moves.

Already.

#Kafka #TheTrial

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‘Fairy Tales’

“Little Red Riding Hood”
The wolf smiled first. That was why she followed.

“Hansel and Gretel”
The crumbs were gone. Still, they walked home.

“Peter Pan”
He stayed young. Every year, the window looked smaller.

#microfiction #uncanny #fairytales

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The Walk Home: Remains

Coffee shop.
Two cups gone.
One ring remains.

#TheWalkHome

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Grace Rain

Nothing disappeared.
It only learned how to become pale.

#poetry #abstractart