nanofiction (:

hey! this is kaiyuit (: YES goodbye math! and chinese! and physics! tralala.

some pieces of fifty-five fiction(: enjoy.

Your food, your foe.

My skin is ripped apart.
My innards ooze out onto sizzling metal, like yellow goo.
I feel the scorching heat; my time is up.
But, I thought, as my comrades joined me in my cruel fate, we’ll never surrender meekly!
Hear the war cries of the scrambled eggs, as we bring you humans, FOOD POISONING.

By the Vanity Pond
A girl sits by the lake. The water is glossy and smooth; it entices her.
She leans forward; her reflection stares back in surprise.
She bends down to kiss it; she loves her reflection with intense passion.
It whispers to her to join it: her other self, beneath the glassy surface.
And intoxicated, she follows.

A foolish clown
He slips back into the dressing room, amidst the audience’s laughs. Another successful act. He reapplies his thick, red and white makeup and twists his polka-dotted tie briskly. He glances at the cracked mirror, and wonders, for the first time in thirty-five years, if he was nothing but a sad play-thing for others to ridicule.

horror
At midnight, the girl shuffles into the dark, unlit kitchen. She picks up and fills a mug with milk, then drinks sleepily from it. But something’s not right: what is it? She switches the light on. She screams. Her cup falls and shatters with a resounding crash. For inside the cup, was a live cockroach.
(this DID happen to me. except that it wasn't a cockcroach x/EWWW~)

Clockwork
The two figures whirl in time to the intense music, their bodies flying, connecting, and separating in a mad tempo. Dance. Their feet move in a drunken blur. Crazy, senseless, frenzied, intoxicating passion. A fiery fervor that'll never be extinguished; a dance that will go on forever. Or at least, until their clockwork winds down.