Microfiction

The Unseen Heroes and Their Glimpse of Glory
A big mountain divides the two sides into two different worlds. On the other side of the mountain is a city with high-rise buildings and bustling traffic; this is the ammunition depot of the British Empire, deep in the ravines and grasslands, rarely visited by people. A platoon is responsible for guarding the ammunition depot, and the soldiers rarely have the chance to visit the city on the other side of the mountain. They can only stand on the mountain post and watch the city from afar, imagining how people live there.
By John Bruceabout a year ago in Fiction
Bag
Bethan looked at Christine's shocked face as she got up from where she'd been sat and went over to her. You're not the only one who can act, Dave, she thought. With her back to him, Bethan mouthed Trust me and hoped that would be enough to get Christine on board.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
A Mother’s Anxiety
She wrung her hands anxiously. It was stuffy in the house. The house was decorated for Easter. Twisting her wedding band as if it were a fidget toy, she broke the silence. “Do you think my daughter has made a mistake in marrying him?”
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
Ushers at Year End
Here is a nurse working at the end of the year. He is sitting at the nurse's station finishing his charting and listening for call bells if any of the patients need help with anything. He is sitting and he starts to think that is kind of nice, but quite eerie at the same time. This nurse starts to wonder why everything is so quiet, so he gets up and starts to go from room to room, and when he checks all the patient's room, he is thinking about the new year that is just about to start and if he should consider climbing the ladder in nursing.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Another Gory Tale. Content Warning.
At last, both children were asleep. Sandy could hear Karl moving about in the kitchen, and took the opportunity to set up her phone camera. Tonight they were determined to find out what was going on.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Plan
Christine's suggestion to"get rid of Dave" was one of wishful thinking. Yes. she'd bashed him over the head but this was out of necessity and not any real murderous feeling. She'd had to act.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Honey bee and the Blossom
The honey bee went to the nursery to talk with the blossoms. "Hello, Miss Blossom, how are you? "Mr. Honey bee, I'm a bit worried, you see. There's a young lady in the house who picks a few of us every day. My cousins are already gone, my sisters are too. I'm the last straggler and now she's definitely going to pick me sometime in the afternoon."
By Rupesh Sharmaabout a year ago in Fiction
Nothing
We are always pressured into doing something, but doing nothing allows us to relax and recuperate both physically and mentally.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Lady Bacon. Content Warning.
Police officer Cristin Morry stood tall. Tall like trees or skyscrapers or basketball players. She played some in her day. At six feet three inches, she towered over the guys on the force. Her hair looked pert in its tight, brown donut bun. With skin the color of vanilla wafers, she stood out amongst her peers in the Wilmington Police Department in Delaware. As she walked her beat, she noticed two teenagers.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Time for Replies
The knock on the head he had received from his wife with a rock not only injured him but disoriented him. He didn't recall that it was his wife who assaulted him.
By Bishnu Kumar about a year ago in Fiction
Then Who?
"His eyes blazed," sounded like such a cliché, but they did! He was so angry, the gold flecks in his hazel irises looked like sparks. The spittle flying from his bristling beard, and his aggressive gestures only added to the effect. He looked like he was about to explode.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
"Show me the Money!"
Greed is one of those godless words guaranteed to end in some form of deserving misery... Self-centered, stingy, materialistic. Just a few characteristics lending themselves to the undesirable personality of one, Alvin Dembrowski. A seemingly, law-abiding man who would give you the shirt off his back, yet rob you blind without a smidgeon of remorse.
By Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago in Fiction