Microfiction
A Wilted Dream
This is my childhood dream. Before I understood what I was staring up at I wanted to be part of it. Twinkling lights created pictures in the blackness of space. They called to my young mind enticing me to explore their universe. Like all of us, what was important to me then has diminished as I’ve aged. The luster of the stars has dulled. What draws me now is one speck of light where a new year is being celebrated. It’s where I long to be, celebrating with those I’ve left behind knowing it’s impossible.
By Mark Gagnonabout a year ago in Fiction
The mysterious woman's hidden front
That year, the drug enforcement department of the city's Public Security Bureau received a tip that a mysterious woman had been particularly active in the drug market recently. Her "goods" were of high purity and large quantity, and she was very assertive, but the bureau knew nothing about her specific information. Was the rumor true, and was there really such a person? The pressure of drug enforcement work was great, and the drug enforcement department began to arrange and secretly deploy nervously.
By John Bruceabout a year ago in Fiction
That book
"Oh, Jeff... I love you too... but..." There always had to be a 'but'. It was a dismal day in December. Westow Street, Crystal Palace. Drizzle dripping on dingy pavement. Come on, man. Snap out of it. I tore my eyes away from the trickle of dirty water disappearing down a drain.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a year ago in Fiction
Body Graffiti
A green patch over a red coat tucked into brown corduroys and rain boots scooted across the street. Light snow drifted down like soft sifting of powdered sugar for a confection. The bell pealed when he shut the door. The owner brushed by the young man.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Artist's Secret Part 3
There is a blur line between dreams and reality. ********************************************************************** We met Clara, a freelance sketch artist who stumbled on her neighbour, Mr. Bellamy dragging a suspiciously familiar package as she looked out the window. She then receives a disturbing note.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Fiction
