Microfiction

Fireplace Scones
”There are no alligators, no hurricanes, no giant spiders. There are no alligators, no hurricanes, no giant spiders,” Lindsay repeated to herself as she shoveled the heavy snow off the walk way. “It’s worth it, my face hurts but it’s so worth it,” she said a loud to no one as she tried to convince herself this weather was not that bad. She hurried over to the porch and left the shovel there and quickly got inside. Her glasses fogged up, she felt around for the door knob and locked it behind her. Lindsay would not have to go out there for a while now. Her face felt stiff and cold as she took off her coat and boots, she unraveled her scarf and dropped everything on the floor. She finally removed her glasses and wiped them from the fog that covered her glasses to see her daughter Ivy on the kitchen floor playing with their miniature daschund named Shoe. She could not believe how much her daughter had grown, Ivy was now ten years old. Lindsay still couldn’t believe she raised her daughter on her own when she was fifteen. Now, Lindsay was running her own travel agency and it was going well. She never thought it would be possible, but here she was affording her own home sending her child to one of the best private schools in the state.
By Ada Zubaabout a year ago in Fiction
Saturday's Child
Bright flames danced high, stars obscured by belching smoke. The man on the front lawn in his striped blue boxers looked shaky and dazed. Understandable in the circumstances, maybe. Short curls mussed, eyes red. He looked fit to topple over any moment. Should be treated for shock.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
“Echo Me Good!”. Top Story - November 2024.
Once a father took his son to the mountains. Son tripped on a stone, cried in pain, “AAAAAAh!” and suddenly heard “AAAAAh” in return.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Fiction
Danny and Friends Meet Someone
Danny and his friends were all outside playing when for some reason Kimba looked up and saw something coming through the tall grass outside Danny's den. Leo, the brave one started to move towards it but stopped. This animal was all black with a stripe down it's back. It stopped and turned around with its tail stuck straight up but seemed to walk away from them. Suddenly this animal turns back around and squirted at Leo. "Hey, why you do that? Who are you? Want to be friends? "You want to be friends with me?" "Why not with you, why?
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Barney one of Danny's friends
Well, it's about time you got to me I am Barney and Danny is my best friend, and what I like to do is just play with my friends Leo and Kimba too. When we get all together, we like to play in the stream outside our dens and even try to catch some fish, but they seem to always get away from us. If I remember another thing, we seem to always do is chase each other around in all directions. There was one day when we were out playing, we saw what looked like a friend, but "Uh,oh."
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Another of Danny's friends
You have met Danny and Leo and now you are meeting me Kimba and those two are such a hoot to play with now and then. Well, I like to climb all over things, and I can balance really well, but it seems that Danny and Leo seem to always fall off whatever we are climbing on or over all the time and I can tell that they get frustrated for they bicker at each other. We also like to play hide and seek a lot till our mom's call us home when the sun begins to go down suddenly.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Danny's friend
Hi, I am Leo and I am one of Danny's friends. I hope you met Danny he is one fun and funny lion cub. We really like to run but just playing around we like to wrestle each other. One time Danny's mom threw out a bit of meat and we a mad dash to the clump of meat and crashed head long into it bumping our heads together. We were fine though and devoured the meat. We had a surprise then for there were two bones to chew on and that is another thing we like to do now.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Danny, the lion cub
Hello, I'm Danny and I am a lion cub, and I am hoping that I am going to grow up to be big and brave like my dad was. My mom said he was King. Today, I am going to tell you what I like to do other than sitting in the sunshine like I am doing now. My absolute favorite thing to do is run and just run anywhere, and I am careful look out for those nasties like rattlesnakes and a few other enemies that seem to lurk around our den. Also, I like to play with friends.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Contemplation
Bethan tried to still her shaking hands. Dave stared off, meditatively, still. He was right on the edge. Dave It all comes back to here. I should've known that it would catch up with me eventually. But so many years passed and the veil was never lifted...
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lost Rabbit
Introduction Angie Livingstone is an amazing artist and has provided me with inspiration for many of my stories. I look at her work and think this could keep me going for a long time, and she still keeps producing amazing artwork, which you can get from her Etsy store.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Time will tell…
Greedy galahs grazed… swaying on grass seeds. Limp laundry flapped despondently. My energetic dog dragged me past your neglected house.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Fiction
The Harpist
In a dusty hostel in the low end of the machinist quarter, I worked as a server. My father worked in one of the smelters, and each night he would stumble in with his other workers and collapse into a table for hours, and spend their wage on drink and meat. Mother had already passed, and no one else was at home, so it seemed right to be near him and make sure he ate before he stumbled home again to sleep and ready himself for the next shift. When he died, there wasn't much reason for me to stay, but it felt like I couldn't be closer to my father anywhere else, and the men who knew him would check in on me from time to time, so I stayed on.
By Wray_writtenabout a year ago in Fiction