Microfiction
Free as a Bird. Top Story - November 2024.
Of course she’s learned to fly. I’d have expected nothing less. Not from the woman who’d clasp my face between her hands and say: “Don’t tell me the sky’s the limit when there are footprints on the moon. You’ve got to believe in yourself Cale. I know I do.”
By Caroline Cravenabout a year ago in Fiction
What to believe?
"I don't know what to believe," Christine finished. "The only things that I can't reconcile to what I thought I knew of my husband are the camera and the vision of him with his hands around your throat. I'll never, never, be able to erase that. Never."
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Bloody Virgins
I am annoyed. My eyeballs, I am sure, glint with it. Shining in this handsome face. It is not arrogance, no, only fact. I have not seen it in many years, (shaving is tricky) but I am popular with the ladies, am I not? Good genes. Good skin. Good cheekbones. Charisma.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Journal entry: November 2050
November 2050 Dear Journal, Here I am an 80-year-old man sitting in my favorite chair with my robotic dog, Miss Pokey. I got her after my real Miss Pokey decided it was time to go if you know what I mean. Now when I am waiting for the automatic food dispenser to cook dinner, and the television turns on right in time for my favorite show I sit and remember when I did these things myself. I tried to do these menial tasks, but the alarm in this Smart house keep going off when I try. Oh, for olden times.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Night Walk
Unable to fall asleep due to a sense of unease, I decide to slip from my warm bed and back into my street clothes to go for a late-night walk and clear my head. Breathing deeply of the cool, damp air, I head off in the general direction of the slumbering village’s garden.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Fiction
Three Can Keep a Secret if Two of Them are Dead. . Top Story - November 2024. Content Warning.
Mother taught me once a word was spoken it could never be unsaid. “If you gossip behind people’s backs, a little bird will tell them. If you tell even one friend your secret, the secret’s out, Cupcake.”
By Holly Pheniabout a year ago in Fiction







