Microfiction
Stone Wall. Honorable Mention in 500 Word Shockwave Challenge. Content Warning.
The blonde-haired eight-year-old had been outside playing in his front yard when Luiz and Murielle Lopez, Lucinda’s parents, came over. Hysterically, they had asked his parents if they had seen their little girl. Winston listened as his father told Lucinda’s parents that they hadn’t. Then his father had said he would organize a neighborhood search for the little girl, while his mother said she’d call the sheriff to come out with some help.
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Fiction
Generate me a comment please!. Content Warning.
Dum de dum...just a little input here...take the essence of this story...put it in the AI generator...and BAM! There's a great comment, people! Look at that! It's only condensed all of that story into a nice little piece of text that I can just cut and paste, like this, into this box, at the end here. Et voila! Instant involved comment without having to think!
By Rachel Deeming11 months ago in Fiction
The Millenial Partner
The French baguette sits on the counter next to the fruit bowl and I can’t resist it. I let my teeth sink into the flakey baked dough, leaving a flurry of crumbs behind. I know Geneviève will tell me off later. I sometimes wonder why she even lets me live with her. She’s always moaning about men and their child-like qualities, saying things like, “If I wanted kids, I would’ve had one by now. What I want is a partner. Someone who pulls their own weight.”
By Kendra Marya11 months ago in Fiction
Little Don. Content Warning.
Don entered his home, tossed his keys into a bowl on the table by the door, and removed his jacket to hang in the closet. When he closed the closet door, Juliet was beside him, smiling big. Kissing her, he asked how her day had been.
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Fiction
Breaking News
For longtime anchorwoman Regina Aston, this ongoing story was quite gripping, but it increased her stock on the network. That was the last thing she had on her mind, as her only focus was on preparing herself to report the incoming developments on this continuing story, which involved the shocking murder of a woman named Natalie Becker, who was found stabbed to death inside her home a week prior.
By Clyde E. Dawkins11 months ago in Fiction
The Things We Leave Behind
The factory loomed like a beast in the half-light, its ribs rusted steel beams, its breath thick with oil and sweat. The air inside was heavy, pressed down by the clatter of machines and murmurs of tired voices. The children labored in silence, heads down, hands quick. The foremen watched from walkways above, eyes like gun barrels scanning for weakness.
By Ashley Ball11 months ago in Fiction
Habits Die Hard
What others have may not be what we need. MIchelle Liew ************************************************************ Harold had a unique talent---he mimicked traits to perfection. An eyelift, a glance, twitch of the eyebrow--once he did so, the habit was his to keep.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin11 months ago in Fiction
The Book Signing
She was sitting. That was all she was doing. A table, a pen, her books - they were her only companions. She had been so excited about today. This is my moment, she thought as she bustled about. In a couple of hours, she'd be able to bask in the validation that she would receive.
By Rachel Deeming11 months ago in Fiction
