Microfiction
Childish Semantics. Top Story - February 2025.
Jenny, an inquisitive eight-year-old, took pride in discovering new words. From the day she learned to read, she exhausted her parents with endless questions about their meaning. This prompted a gift. An urgent gift in the form of a pocket-sized dictionary.
By Lamar Wiggins12 months ago in Fiction
The Little Matchstick Girl
The little girl, pale, frail with dirty tresses of blonde hair, stood in the dark and the cold, selling matchsticks. They were all she had, aside from the rags on her back, from home. Not that the cottage where she once lived could ever be really called a home.
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Fiction
The Real Tale of the Woman Who Lived in a Shoe
Once there was an old woman who lived in a shoe, who had so many children she didn't know what to do. The fathers were nowhere to be seen, and as the oldest turned 18, he was no longer a boy and becoming a man. He had seen first hand the cruel and selfish nature of too many of his kind. His mother's insatiable lust and senseless need for companionship....the poverty caused by the King and the Queen and their covetness for all the wealth and crops in the land.
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Fiction
The theory of absence:
The belief in absence is the square root of human ignorance. Though absence is an unproven theory, we base all our calculations in life on it, as if it’s a proven fact. Humans are present beings that are lost in the illusion of absence. This illusion has shaped our actions and perceptions of life.
By VoiceOfAnOutlier12 months ago in Fiction
An Easter Bunny Tale
One morning while looking out at my garden I was amazed at watching what this one bunny was doing. It was a bright sunny early morning for the sun was just starting to rise and the sky was so vividly blue and the air was cool this early Easter morning. It seemed to be gathering something from the yards in mine and the neighbors as well. For some reason I went out and sat down on the porch and continued to watch him. He not really sure if it was a male bunny, as he continued collecting whatever he must have noticed me for he looked my way. He started hopping towards and when he got halfway in my direction, he showed me what he was doing. He had collected a few eggs that seemed to have an odd scent. This bunny has the most peculiar face when handling these eggs and he whispered these eggs are rotten and cannot give. There will be more fresh ones in a few minutes. I sort of just sat there kind of amazed for I thought the Easter bunny was made up for the little children to have something to look forward as we do at Christmas with Santa Claus. Never knew I would meet the Easter Bunny. He is almost like Santa for in a flash he was back and had fresh decorated eggs in his basket and no funny smell. He hopped to the other houses and replaced those eggs as well. The bunny came back my way and looked at me and twitched his little black nose and as he hopped down the street I thought I heard him say "Happy Easter to All and to All a Good Day."
By Mark Graham12 months ago in Fiction
