Michael Loss

“The View from Within” by Michael Loss

In a world of many more I stand alone, a rectangle of clear and tranquil water reflecting the universe beyond. Through the frame that binds me I watch the life evolve before me, a gorgeous and delicate soul, now fifteen. In her, I see the dazzling being she’ll come to be; but in me, she sees the distorted figure of her inner feelings. She used to be so funny, her costumes and makeup on a parade just for me, but it’s all fading away in a watery memory.  I miss the glint of her smile that I haven’t seen for a while.  I’ve been throug...

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“The Chasm of Extremes” by Michael Loss

Submitted to Contest #43

Opposites attract each other but never face in the same direction. Together, each wears down the other with their juxtaposition of contrasting beliefs and beauty. Yet when separated, the beckoning forces of attraction and fate instil a fascinating longing for reconnection. Spin the compass and turn the hourglass. What is North without its South? What is up without its down? Each represents the contrary of the other; an extreme on its own means nothing without its counterpart. One loses its purpose when the other ceases to exist.Whe...

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“Glances Through Windows” by Michael Loss

Submitted to Contest #42

Author’s Note:Hey guys, it’s Michael. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my stuff!I just wanted to give you a head start on what awaits you:This is a complex story told backwards: each section represents an event that makes its way linearly until its end, the following section occurs before the previous event. (Exactly like Memento: a story told from end to beginning)----------????----------What good is trying to look into someone’s soul if their eyes are closed? If the eyes are the windows, the mind is the soul’s essence, it...

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“A Sublime Touch of Light” by Michael Loss

Submitted to Contest #40

I once knew a man, he reminded me of the sea. Calm, like the soothing sound of the waves hitting the sand. Tranquil and reassuring, like the foamy surface, bubbling across the rocks and seeping into the cracks.He propagated an aura of peacefulness and independence that I looked up to. And all you had to do was walk up to his shore. I remember sitting in the sinking yellow one day, watching the sunset. I remember looking out towards the contrasting blues: sky and sea. I remember sitting with him as he told me a story....

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“The Machine” by Michael Loss

Submitted to Contest #39

Crash!He woke with a start and sat up. It was still dark outside.Normal.He looked to his side to find his wife still sleeping.Also normal.He listened attentively, not moving a muscle. Silence. He relaxed and let out a tired sigh and slowly got his legs out from under the sheets, careful not to wake Mary.Suddenly, a sound coming from downstairs made him freeze—a sound like broken glass shards scraping the porcelain. He looked at his bedside clock: 5:30AM.Not normal.He leaped off the bed, bolted out of the room and down the stairs. H...

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