Microfiction
OPEN ALL HOURS
Children have a rangy, wired look about them. They eat junk, but they never get enough sleep, so it balances out. Sort of. Caffeine is romanticised to a hellish degree. People used to joke they couldn't live without it. Now, large triple-strength espressos are handed to pre-schoolers, no matter what time of day or night they arrive for classes. Nobody laughs.
By L.C. Schäfer10 months ago in Fiction
Line
Line: "I didn't break, I rebuilt myself." Micro Fiction: He stood in front of the mirror, scars on his body, but light in his eyes. Every wound, every tear, told a story—not of weakness, but of survival. People say pain breaks a person, but he turned his pain into bricks and rebuilt himself. This line became his identity, the symbol of his battle. "I didn't break, I rebuilt myself."
By IRSHAD MUHAMMAD10 months ago in Fiction
Little House in the Woods
In reading the old journal that was on the shelf you start to look around. The journal is quite descriptive, and the first page describes the big rocks in the front yard. They are the tombstones of the couple that lived here. They were not young, but not old either. Who were they?
By Mark Graham10 months ago in Fiction
A Little Cabin
What a cute little house. I wonder who lives there. Let's knock on the door. The door creaks open as I knock. All it is, is one room with an old table and some shelves. There's a book on the shelf. I pick it up and begin to read. It's a journal of sorts.
By Mark Graham10 months ago in Fiction
Hobbitland
Welcome to Hobbitland! This is the land of Bilbo and Frodo Baggins what they call The Shire. Would you like to live in such a magical and beautiful place such as this? There are various skills that one must have; like the love of food and drink and helping others; the best way.
By Mark Graham10 months ago in Fiction
