Microfiction
Have I told you? . Honorable Mention in 500 Word Shockwave Challenge. Content Warning.
Your giggle bubbles from your mouth even as you tumble face-first into the soft grass, your wobbly, dimpled toddler legs still unable to keep up with your joy of running through the sunshine. I laugh too, call out to you to be careful. You rise unsteadily, fists clasping mounds of new spring grass and black dirt, which you promptly throw in the air, delighted with the fresh smell, the squiggling earthworms, the small taste of freedom.
By Kristen Knutson10 months ago in Fiction
If Only
Phoebe ran up the stairs in front of me. It was the only way to get in and out of the basement of the lonely house perched on the cliffside plateau. A winding highway graced the cliffs above, whipping back and forth on its way to the Lonephalt city limits only a few miles away. It might as well had been a different world all the way out here. One I used to only dream of visiting with Phoebe.
By B. M. Valdez10 months ago in Fiction
Looking back on a hazy day
Looking back on a hazy day It was Monday, wait, no, it was Tuesday. But there was a Monday feel about it, getting back to the routine, filling the fridge again and so on. As I walked into the coffee shop all the positive vibe and enthusiasm I had felt in my body seemed to leave me all at once, as I saw his face. In that instant I knew it was over.
By Paula Smith10 months ago in Fiction
The Fog
Carl Sandburg wrote, “The fog comes in on little cat feet,” but this morning’s fog roared into the bay like a lion. It filled the bay and overflowed onto the shores, wiping out the far end of the bridge, so that it looked like it led to Heaven. Or Hell. Or to an alien world.
By Laura DePace10 months ago in Fiction
I Almost Got Away with It
I wouldn’t say that I was a bad kid. I got only into a little mischief when I was younger. Like the time that I pulled Sally Wen’s hair because she wouldn’t give me some of her candy. It’s not like she didn’t deserve it. She gave some to Bobby and Jackie and Taylor and Bill. When she got to me, she turned up her nose, stuck out her tongue and walked past me. So, I pulled her hair. Mrs. O’Donley made me stand in the corner and sent a note home to Mom and Dad. Jeff, my older brother, signed the note. He said that she deserved it.
By David E. Perry10 months ago in Fiction
Island. Content Warning.
They bought an island, it was a bargain, north of Orkney with its own Stone Circle, absolutely beautiful isolation. Pwere was from wave-power and wind turbine and solar panels and there was an orchard and garden, but food and supplies would be boated in when required. They hired a boat to take them to and from the island from Orkney, but apart from the sales brochure there was nothing about the island's history or the ancient stones, buildings and ruins on the island.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 10 months ago in Fiction
Predator: Killer of Killers
The Relentless Hunter Evolved: Exploring the Predator Franchise The Predator franchise, a cornerstone of action and science fiction cinema, has captivated audiences for nearly four decades with its relentless alien hunter and thrilling confrontations. From its jungle origins to its recent forays into new territories and timelines, the evolution of the Predator saga is a testament to its enduring appeal and adaptability.
By Sikandar prasad10 months ago in Fiction
The Human Boundary:
Being a human is the sum of human problems; the moment we put up a human boundary between us and the universe, life becomes a universal struggle. There’s no universe out there; there are no beings living in the universe, for every cell, atom, bone, and flesh are forgotten elements of the universe.
By VoiceOfAnOutlier10 months ago in Fiction
