Microfiction

Mr Red
The problem with living such a long, long time is the yearning. Tonight, he was feeling melancholy, which wasn't terribly unusual, especially at this time of year. He was also feeling nostalgic, which wasn't something he often indulged in.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
New game: two
John Montagu, Fourth Earl Sandwich, had little appetite for the proffered sirloin. He recalled his indulgence in the ‘French game’ the previous night. They were joined by a young subaltern of the Third Lancers.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a year ago in Fiction
Always Remember to Remember
The internet show staff all looked baffled, bewildered, and tense. They ran back the digital reels. They did it again. Once more.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Sale!
Jade had seen the black sequinned dress. Christmas money meant that she could afford it. She'd over-romantised it in her mind. Cocktail parties, first dates, family occasions - she'd be a knockout! She had to have it.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Cyclamen
"Those cyclamen aren't going to plant themselves, you know," Trevor prodded. Sylvia thought, He's such a nag. She decided to plant the cyclamen because it would keep him off her back - no other reason.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Retirement
"And so, we'd just like to say 'Thanks John' and hope you don't miss us too much in your retirement!" The staff laughed as John accepted the gift offered and forced a smile. He was seventy years old: seventy years strong. He hadn't wanted to go; did it for the young ones with families. Compulsory redundancy would hit them harder. Space needed to be made.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
A Bloody Christmas
Once upon a cold Night. It was the night before Christmas, and all was still in the frosty neighborhood. Snow blanketed the ground, muffling every sound, and Tommy’s house glowed softly with multicolored lights. Inside, eleven-year-old Tommy sat perched on his bed, wrapped in his favorite blanket, peering out the window into the wintery darkness.
By Lynn Myersabout a year ago in Fiction
Lights
To walk out and stop for a while, seeing beautiful lights decoring trees and letting you drift like a dreamer into their magical world. To watch them rising and falling like shooting stars along their destined path, sometimes silver like a star or the moon or sometimes all the colours of a celestial rainbow. On an evening walk you can fall like a dreamer into the magical places they welcome you to. Your soul is soothed, sour spirits lifted and your heart given wings. Twinkling in the darkness, bringing brightness into our lives, letting your eyes weave beautiful shapes to bring magic into your life. Walk out and let the lights guide you toward greater happiness.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
A Barbecue
Secrets lie below the embers. -Michelle Liew ********************************************************************** It took little for Detective George Lee to unmask lies. The smell of fear, uneven breaths, shifting gazes - they all painted vivid pictures clearer than any confession could. Emma Kong’s unease spoke louder than words.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Fiction
Confessions of a Barber
Fuqing, also known as Brother Fuqing, opened a small barbershop in the northwest corner of Yangzhou City. With his incredibly nimble razor, he and his mother barely managed to scrape by. However, this summer, Yangzhou suffered a severe drought, and the crops failed completely. Everyone was struggling to feed themselves, let alone have their hair cut. As a result, Fuqing and his mother were going hungry, tightening their belts and waiting for the government's relief funds.
By John Bruceabout a year ago in Fiction
Christmas Night. Content Warning.
"Maria, can you please unload the dishwasher?" "No, I'm getting ready to go to Susan's house. Someone else can do it," the 9-year-old troublemaker fired back at her mother.
By Rene Petersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Greatest Gift We’ve Been Given (Merry Christmas)
Isaiah 9:6–7 NIV For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. [7] Of the greatness of his government and peace there will be no end. He will reign on David’s throne and over his kingdom, establishing and upholding it with justice and righteousness from that time on and forever. The zeal of the LORD Almighty will accomplish this.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Fiction