Microfiction
Room for two
There was only one rule in my Mama’s house: do NOT open the door. Mama let me wander all around the house otherwise. I could watch anything on TV, I could play in any room I wanted, have any snack I preferred, I just couldn’t open that heavy metal door.
By Josey Pickeringabout a year ago in Fiction
Hellraiser: Pathway
There was only one rule: “don’t open the door.” But this door wasn’t the traditional door. It was a metaphorical door, a pathway. This door was called the Lament Configuration, a pathway to a forbidden world of pleasure and pain alike. Legend has it if you open this door you enter a world from which there is no returning. This is why the golden rule for anyone who didn’t seek an eternity of suffering was don’t open this door, because if you did there was no coming back.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Fiction
Mark. Content Warning.
It was made up of peaks and troughs, his life. But mainly troughs. Like the ones used to feed pigs: messy; giving off a stink. He wondered what it would have been like if he'd been born to someone else, but then, he supposed then he wouldn't be him. Mark wasn't a deep thinker but he recognised thinking about what could have been didn't do any good.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
291 The Evil Schirff Twins' Show-n'-Tell
Their teacher was "Ol' Lady Thompson"' because the children named everything. They referred to the principal as "Dodgy" Rodriquez. The cafeteria workers were the "Vomiteers." So it was no wonder that they called the twin Schirff children, Tré and Terrez, a boy and girl, the "Evil Schirff Twins."
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Old Note and The Sea
It was one of those days. In my little boat with the sea air filling my lungs. I was at peace. Wait, no. I’d been in the stuffy, suffocating office for hours. Pointless meetings about pointless stats and memos about “office supplies misuse”. Who’d be a stickler for staples and paper clips? Oh, I know. Moron Alan. Yes, Moron Alan capitalised for emphasis. The guy needs a life. But then. So do I. Since mother died after a long, soul-destroying battle with dementia, life felt heavy.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
Beaten by a Girl
The boys moved like a pack but Laney was sure of step, and danced away from them, laughing gaily and giggling every time she thwarted them. She was like an ethereal spirit, weaving, seemingly made of something other, the boys' fingers never grazing her, even though their grubby nails came close, so close...
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Aliens Reverse the Activity Series
"There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” Alien bastards turned our activity series upside down. Must be what fits their life forms. In 48 hours all the gold, lead, steel, and just about every other metal alloy disintegrated. Hydrogen too. So much for water. Lithium is stable. Only safe place is this battery factory. More than twenty thousand of us packed in like sardines. Lots of pure oxygen because the hydrogen fizzes away. Safe if the door stays shut. Open it and everything evaporates. Every element on earth turns against us. They beat us without firing a shot.
By Paul A. Merkleyabout a year ago in Fiction
