Microfiction
The Clockmaker’s Promise
M Mehran Everyone in the quiet town of Eldenbrook knew Elias Thorn, the old clockmaker whose shop stood at the corner of Willow Street. The windows were always fogged with dust and time, and the shelves were filled with clocks—grandfather clocks, pocket watches, delicate sand timers, and curious contraptions no one had names for.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Fiction
Sarah and Nicole
Sarah gazed into her bedroom mirror, admiring her freshly brushed shoulder-length blonde hair and shiny pink lipgloss. She wanted to wear more makeup, but since she was only nine years old, her mom didn't think she was ready. It was annoying to have to wait, but at least her lipgloss went well with her pink skirt and top. Her nail polish was a similar shade of pink, and she had gotten very good at applying it evenly without getting it on her skin. Sarah grinned, happy with how pretty she had made herself for the party. She couldn't wait for everyone to see her.
By Leah Flesher2 months ago in Fiction
See You Next Year
He's afraid of heights. I travel to the far ends of the solar system. Such an unlikely couple: a writer and a soldier. Once a year, we meet for the perfect date. I tell him about battles, space pirates, and aliens. He kisses each new scar and writes me a poem.
By Maria A. Perez2 months ago in Fiction
Study Hall
Study hall was a period in our school days that was meant for studying, but who really studied. Yes, you may have crammed for a test or completed an assignment. But actually, if you really think of what was really accomplished during these periods. Nothing really, but a lot of us maybe took short naps, read a book that we wanted to read and some even worked on various projects not related to school while a teacher proctored this time to make sure, we were present physically if not mentally. Shh, this is study hall now study. Yeah, right really.
By Mark Graham2 months ago in Fiction
School Days
School days always start at the lockers where we store our books, coats and lunches unless we buy the hot lunch. We gather around and catch up with our friends maybe ask for help with a homework question and checking when something is due or maybe even copying something to be honest. Gossiping about who, what, when, where and why something or someone happened whether fact or fiction. The lockers depending on where yours was located was also a place for a little privacy maybe for a couple or just for yourself to take a breath before the day starts.
By Mark Graham2 months ago in Fiction
