Microfiction
As the Puck
The players huddled around their coach. He was like a flame and they became moths around him. “Now, I know the overhaul has made some nervous, but we’re going to prove that an all-black hockey league with black players, coaches, and owners will survive and thrive,” Coach Pennington said with solemnity.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
A Fallen Cross
Introduction Today I saw a fallen cross. I thought I would write a short story Inspired by it. A Fallen Cross When this cross was erected it was to remember someone who had left this world. They would be remembered forever, their name and achievements carved in stone and placed on a cross.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
The river run on the day the queen vanished
The river run backward on the day the queen vanished In the mystical kingdom of Luminara, nature and magic blend together. On the day the queen vanished, something amazing happened. The River Astra, which had flowed north for centuries, started flowing backward.
By James ujor about a year ago in Fiction
Family Pictures
The Ferris wheel creaked and groaned as it spun, defying gravity. As a kid in the southwest, I had a love/hate thing with Ferris wheels. But something was alluring about seeing the world perched atop a rickety wheel held up by bars of steel and spun on demand.
By Kenneth Lawsonabout a year ago in Fiction
