Microfiction
The Christmas Gift
Down the lane in sleepy, little town there was a house where a little old man lived. He was a quiet man who minded his own business, but he did help when he could. His neighbors would wave to him, and he would smile and wave back. The neighbors knew what he did to help out around the town, and they decided to get him something, but they did not know what. They looked around and noticed that he had no decorations. That Christmas Eve they went to the man and presented him with a Christmas tree from the town.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Artist's Secret - The Reveal
We are NOT puppets on strings. - Michelle Liew In Parts 1 to 4 of An Artist's Secret, we encountered Clara, a mentally disturbed sketch artist with a penchant for sleepwalking. She stumbles across her neighbour, Mr. Bellamy's dark secret. Bellamy is her artist competitor - and he wants to make her a part of the secret in a macabre way.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Fiction
Rekindling
Inspiration: a fallen gods finds his mortal lover again. Ruins. Fallen gods. Bloodshed. Heavens have been unholy stained with thirsty red; the ground littered with shining eyes and glowing wings. Whispers of stories, as ancient as the trees hugging the bodies; of tapestries waiting for years to finally shine, all dim and withering away with the deities that failed their mortals. These gods promised the earth of their protection, control and order, carried out facades of goodwill and bestowed bewitching double-edged blessings. All for what, exactly? No one knows.
By Sapphire D.B Boaabout a year ago in Fiction
One word - "Speak!"
One day, the provincial governor, accompanied by a group of leaders from the city, county, and town, arrived at Yonghe Village, which was far from the provincial capital. Why did the leaders come to this remote village? It turns out that this is the village that suffered the most from the drought in the province this year. Upon arriving in the village, a large group of staff crowded around, and more than a dozen journalists surrounded them. After inspecting the drought situation, the governor began to speak to the masses: "Fellow villagers of Yonghe Village, you have worked hard! The drought in Yonghe Village this time is truly a once-in-a-century event, but I believe that everyone will have confidence and will definitely have ways to overcome this difficulty!"
By John Bruceabout a year ago in Fiction
Getting the bird
Oh Jeff ... I love you too ... but ... The birds have got to go. I mean, seriously? The partridge in the pear tree, that was sweet. You remembered how I talked about Christmas when I was a kid, and that song, and all those memories. And really, I’ve no idea how you even managed to find a live partridge – you don’t get them in pet shops, right? – and persuaded it to stay perched in a rinky-dink little pear tree while you brought it round.
By Andy Pottsabout a year ago in Fiction
Where the Books Went
On the phone, he breathed in sharply. “So you got rid of my books?” Sylvester Strand asked, concern rising in his voice. “You were in a psych ward. You should be glad I brought your car and other belongings to Delaware. It’s six hours from Massachusetts on a good day,” Mino Vaseo replied.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Love, Lithographs, and Lichtenstein
"Oh, Jeff... I love you too... but..." Jeff read in an undertone the message from his beloved Freya, feeling the eyes of his team fixed on him. The story still felt too melodramatic, even for him. For a long time he had pondered what her last words in her beautiful corporeal form had meant. All efforts to contact Lichtenstein before his death had been in vain.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
Eaten by Death (micro-fiction)
Every strand of her hair came loose from her scalp, they float like feathers above her head in a deriding hypnotising way. They touched her skin and tickled her cheeks, she tried to count them making her soul ever more doleful, failing to assuage her own shame.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Artist's Secret Part 4
"The line between fiction and reality is thin." Michelle Liew In the first three parts of this Microfiction series, we met Clara, a freelance sketch artist with a tender mind - and a penchant for sleepwalking. As she does, she discovers something that Mr. Bellamy, her neighbour, wants to keep close to his heart.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Fiction
Decorating a Blue Christmas tree
Santa was staring at his blank Christmas wondering how he was going to decorate it, but he started thinking about all the things in the world and began to feel sort of blue. He searched in his big box of Christmas decorations and found a lot of blue colored ornaments from blue balls, blue tinsel and garland. He saw some blue lights and a blue tree skirt for under the tree and he placed some blue presents right underneath beside the manger. Santa looked at the blue tree and the manger side by side and began to feel better, HOHOHO!
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
