Microfiction
Crept
I sat bolt upright, as the thing floated there before my eyes. “What is it?” “Ah… ah…” I could not form the words. I could feel my blood run cold, hairs erect, breath taking rapid short gasps. The question was repeated. “It’s a spider!” I eventually blurted out, as I tried to push myself back against the pillow behind me. The spider, unconcerned, began to tiptoe up the bedspread.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a year ago in Fiction
The Wine Line. Content Warning.
“Alright, now walk,” the police officer commanded. His steps seemed staggered. However. he stepped in a straight line. “Alright, you passed the test. Just don’t lift the glass too many times, pal.” The cop peeled off on his motorcycle. Denizen Cales re-entered his vehicle. He then had a sip of wine in a soda can.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Touch
To feel the touch of silk on your fingers, and the beautiful feel of a purring cat's fur. The delicacy of a butterfly's wings to make you feel you are in a faerie realm. The touch from the fingertips of someone who loves you, that you return and feel the electricity flow through the both of you that you do not want to stop. The feel of linen clothes on a summer day, and the sheets on your bed on a morning when you don't have to get up for work. The fur of a pet that comes to show their love and be close to you. The touch of a beautiful flower petal, releasing the aroma and scent that raises your spirit, with the natural perfume. Think of every beautiful touch in your life, and let them all touch your soul.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Beer Garden. Content Warning.
In the garden alone, a man wiped sweat from his brow. Beer bottles sprung up from the ground, condensation dripped from the opening to the body of the bottles. Lorne Clever pruned the smaller pints and gathered all the beer together. He found trouble when he discovered a pistol in his garden.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Bee’s Max. Content Warning.
When the whisky first sat on her desk, she needed to try it out. Four years after establishing her company and another ten years to secure the property rights to a manufacturing plant, Cerene Gless took hold of the bottle and poured herself a glass. She just looked at it. The she poured herself a glass.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Tunnel’s Vision. Content Warning.
“I can show you. It’s a rather elaborate system, yet simple all the same,” Gregory Tunnel said invitingly. In the backyard of his palatial Wilmington, Delaware stood a still. He cranked out thousands of bottles of gin that would be used to sell in premium outlets.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Hummingbird
One morning while getting a cup of coffee I spotted my early morning friend who I named Hummy. Hummy seemed to always fly right up to the window and just look at me saying "Is the feeder full?" then he glides over and still fluttering his wings feeds on the nectar water. He flies back to the window and flutters in a way of saying thank you and saying see you in the morning as usual. After he leaves a few more little birdies come and have some and some succeed, and some do not succeed. It's just fun watching.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
