Microfiction
Door Bites
There was only one rule: “don’t open the door.” Sheldon was walking past the famous “Blood Door” on his way home from work. “It sure is a cold October night” he thought to himself. “What I wouldn’t give for a warm cup of hot choco-” before Sheldon could finish his train of thought the “Blood Door” caught his attention from his peripheral vision.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Fiction
A Window into Love: How Queer Representation Opened My Heart and Mind
A Window into Love: How Queer Representation Opened My Heart and Mind Growing up, my openness to eccentric encounters was restricted, best case scenario, and slanted even from a pessimistic standpoint. In the humble community where I resided, discussions about sexuality and orientation were either met with uneasiness or excused out and out. The LGBTQ+ people group was a theoretical idea, something that existed "elsewhere," yet never in my nearby world. It wasn't so much that I held onto any plain biases; it was more that I didn't have the foggiest idea. I wasn't educated to understand the encounters of individuals who were not quite the same as me along these lines, thus I had never truly pondered what it intended to carry on with a daily existence as somebody outside the parallel and hetero standards.
By Md Obydur Rahmanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lesson, too
That night after the teacher left the little child at the blackboard blinked his eyes and looked around and seen nobody around. "Finally, I can move. For a while there I thought I was figured out." The child moved about slowly for now he had to figure out why he was there in his old classroom. Could it be to be taught a lesson or to teach a lesson. He wrote something on the chalkboard for the children the next day. It went like this-- Listen to the teacher or you will end up here like me in school forever.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lesson 3
The children all came to class early for some reason, but the teacher was not there yet, but the child was once again where he was yesterday, but with one change he was pointing to what he wrote on the blackboard, and they all read it together. They agreed and he slowly began to fade. Their teacher had many scrapbooks there and they found a picture of the boy. This child was a student of their teacher years ago but had to stay afterschool one day for not listening to the teacher. "Hey guys, I think we should start listening."
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lesson
There was a child who stood at a chalkboard was he real of something else. No one knew for sure, but he never changes as if he were frozen in that place. The other children would go up to him and try to touch him to see if he is real and when they do touch him, they all seem to feel slightly different. They all went to the teacher and asked about the boy. The teacher said, "What boy?" "The one standing at the blackboard." The teacher said, "There is no boy there." "Go back to your seats, now."
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Forgotten Parents
This weekend, Zhou Xiaowu invited three people for dinner. Among the three, two are his bosses, and the other is a friend he has known for many years, all of whom are very important to him. Zhou Xiaowu called them a day in advance, and everyone said it was fine. So, Zhou Xiaowu booked a private room in the hotel and arrived early.
By John Bruceabout a year ago in Fiction
Floating
Floating in a warm pool, looking like Ophelia but full of warmth and life. Feel the soothing water and the sun on your face and body. A gentle breeze blows, and the music of birdsong and bees surrounds you, blowing through rushes at the water's edge. You move your hands and feet enjoying the feel of the water, it is almost as good as the warmth of your duvet when you wake and don't want to leave your bed. This is a feeling you want to last for a long time, so soothing, and spreading happiness through your whole body. There is no pressure here, just warmth, love and comfort You are one with Gaia and nature and your soul is replenished by this feeling Let the feeling wash over you, and heal your soul
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
