Excerpt
The Neighbors
Canicatti, Sicily | July 10th, 1943 | 9:40A.M. The rooster was odd. The gunshot forced their hand. But it was the scream that got them moving. Garret instructed Corrado to quickly wrap the violin back into its case, then ordered the group to gather their weapons and belongings. Their plan to disassemble the violin remained the same, but the introduction of nearby gunfire, and screaming, added yet another layer of anticipation.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Silhouette: A Short Excerpt
I stood in front of the door; it didn’t resemble the other doors in the home. It had a darker shade of wood than the others. The doorknob looked like one of those crazy Japanese dragons. It looked foreign, but familiar like I have seen it were before. For an unknown reason I opened it. The door screamed at me with a howl that was unnatural to man. The room itself was cold and dark even with the blinding light surrounding it. The bed was immaculately kept to the standards of a drill sergeant. However, the drawers were pulled out of the oak wood drawer. The clothes were thrown asunder.
By Patrick V. A. Hardy2 years ago in Fiction
The Orphan. Content Warning.
This story has been written in response to L.C. Schäfer's proposal to spend 2024 losing my mind...sorry, I mean, choosing to write a microfiction story every day, making 366 stories for every day of this lovely leap year. You can check her original story out here:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Boxing Day
This story has been written in response to L.C. Schäfer's proposal to spend 2024 losing my mind...sorry, I mean, choosing to write a microfiction story every day, making 366 stories for every day of this lovely leap year. You can check her original story out here:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Blimey, So Many Gods! (Part I). Top Story - January 2024.
Author's Note: This is an in-character “blog post” of Jolene Bronwyn of The Prophecies of Ragnarok book series. --- Ever had a friend you feel like you’ve known your entire life, but then one day you realise you don’t really know them as much as you think you do and they have a whole family that might as well be an actual house in Game of Thrones???
By Marie Sinadjan2 years ago in Fiction
Somehow he was still not dead. Content Warning.
This story has been written in response to L.C. Schäfer's proposal to spend 2024 losing my mind...sorry, I mean, choosing to write a microfiction story every day, making 366 stories for every day of this lovely leap year. You can check her original story out here:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Trap Door
Canicatti, Sicily | July 10th, 1943 | 9:27A.M An annoyingly beautiful orchestra of chirping stirred Rosalie from her deep sleep, pulling her from her dreams. She stretched out her arms until all of the kinks between her joints either popped or cracked. Then bent her neck from side to side, achieving the same relieving effect. She wiped away the sand from the corners of her eyes with her knuckles, then rolled herself out of a make-shift straw bed.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
A Beautiful Disaster
**A draft from last year, I was going to submit for a challenge but didn't finish in time!** If walls could talk I could tell all the horrors I've witnessed, I am a prison wall after all. I've seen everything from people completely breaking down, screaming for help, fights, having every bodily fluid thrown at me and the other walls, to the worst which is death in many forms. It's rare for me to see any sort of happiness, which is why when I do I tend to hold on to every detail, and those are the stories I would love to share with anyone that would listen.
By Kimmiekins42 years ago in Fiction
The Lonely Barista. Top Story - January 2024.
This story has been written in response to L.C. Schäfer's proposal to spend 2024 losing my mind...sorry, I mean, choosing to write a microfiction story every day, making 366 stories for every day of this lovely leap year. You can check her original story out here:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
