Microfiction

Open Books
What can we learn from an open book? To me there are many things and ideas that one can learn from an open book. In reading nursery rhymes one can learn proper manners from what not to do, as seen in several of these rhymes. In reading short stories one learns the basics of structure and still learn the intricate ways to get along with others and begin to understand why certain things happen basically. In reading novels, the learning continues with even more intricate details of what is happening in the book and in even in living life.
By Mark Graham12 months ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Russ kept his rifle aimed at the door of the shack, listening closely for any sounds beyond his own breath and the soft rustling from Buddy. He had found Buddy as a puppy, abandoned on a pile of trash, and from the moment Russ cradled him in his arms, he knew he’d never let him go. Trustworthy friends weren’t easy to come by in the Gutter, but Buddy loved him unconditionally. Now, the dog was poised to leap at the flimsy plywood door, ready to protect his master, unaware that what lurked outside could tear him apart in an instant.
By R.R. Stephenson12 months ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Fountainhead Armory 4-4. The Beacon of Long Days. The Spire of Malice. The Lead Citadel. The Shithole. The factory was all of these things. The 4-4 structure and its sprawling campus stood as a monument to Fountainhead’s dominance in Vargos. Weapons, drones, ammunition, and experimental killing machines rolled off its assembly lines around the clock. Its efficiency and market dominance was indisputable as the second-largest munitions factory in Tokyo produced only a sixteenth of Fountainhead’s output, and that was only when its workers and machines were overclocked. The air around it hummed with the rhythmic clanging of assembly lines and the endless whir of conveyor belts stretching in every direction, so vast it would take a day of careful observation to determine where just one of them truly ended.
By R.R. Stephenson12 months ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Another day in Neon Heights, but this one felt different for Lola. She was still buzzing after last night. She’d gone out dancing with friends at a Zenith cocktail bar and met someone she couldn't forget. The woman was a stellar dancer, her hot pink bob cut twisting as she moved across the dance floor, her bright red eyes burning their way into Lola’s memory. They’d bumped into each other at the bar that night, the mysterious woman ordering a vodka soda, Lola’s favorite drink.
By R.R. Stephenson12 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 8: Fight back! Today, Gary was walking to school a lot slower than he usually would. He was constantly looking around his surroundings, checking if there wasn’t anybody following him. He had recognised the three deceased gang members on TV as the same ones who had been after him at the construction site.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi12 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 7: White Rose “Sir, the police have arrived so we had to stop our investigation,” a man in a suit reported on the phone.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi12 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 6: Werewolf Werewolf. Gary had seen the concept of the mythological creature being used in books and movies, but he had never really been the type to pay too close attention to these things. Thinking back to the few films he had watched with such being, a certain thought came to his mind.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi12 months ago in Fiction
"Professional Curtain Twitcher"
In some ways, he's the perfect neighbour. He is quiet. There's no banging about or loud music, or adventurous, noisy sex. No unpleasant cooking smells waft from his property.
By L.C. Schäfer12 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 5: What am I? Gary’s eyes started to flutter open slowly as he was regaining consciousness. The first thing he saw were some very tall trees above him. The sky was gray, making it hard to tell if it was just about to turn to night or whether it would soon be day again. As he lifted up his body, he noticed the sound of ruffling, which turned out to come from the many leaves underneath him.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi12 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 4: The System The explanation from Damion continued about today’s special task. There were five briefcases in front of them, and there were five of them. Each person was to deliver the suitcase in front of them to the correct location safely, and naturally they had all been given different locations.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi12 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Over the summer holidays, it had been an eventful time for Gary. It was not just because he had chosen to dye his hair and get a new look, but because he had come to the decision to join a gang. Something that he had kept hidden from his friend, his mother and even sister didn’t know about.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi12 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 2: The Game Of Rugby A loud piercing sound entered the ears of the students as the whistle was blown. It served as a reminder to everyone out on the school field that it was time for their daily warm-up, meaning they had to run two big laps around the school field.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi12 months ago in Fiction