Microfiction
The Past Comes Forward
Luke It's been years since I've seen Matt. Things were never the same after that day. How could it be? Ah, we still hung around together, connected by a shared secret and sorrow but the strings connecting us were never as tight. We were sworn but we were scared, suspicious of the hold we each had over the other. Who would break first? It was like a high stakes poker game, all the time. Believe me, there were times I wanted to tell, when the nightmares struck and my mum asked "What is it, Luke?" but whenever I was tempted, I remembered the bruises on Mark's arm.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Page
Sarah fought her way through the unyielding sheets of rain that fell on the cobblestoned avenues of Oldtown, her umbrella just barely preventing a downpour from soaking her to the bone. The charming narrow streets and the dozens of centuries-old buildings had always made it an enjoyable place to stroll, but tonight, something about them felt oppressive. Memories of stories about the haunted old library at the end of the street with its ghostly wordsmith crept up her spine, making her shiver.
By Nazmul Hossainabout a year ago in Fiction
The Green Door
This is a green door that led to a small apartment that stored a lot of material for various organizations for the government. It was made to resemble a small cottage, so that anyone that would come across it would not think twice about 'spying'. We know that there may be a few people who would be curious and wander and wonder about its' small interiors, but we are pretty sure that they will not learn anything really important and share classified materials.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
269 All That Glittered, Glitters On
Every piece of jewelry tells a story. Nowhere is this truer than with estate jewelry. I recently bought my wife a "mourning" bracelet. For those unfamiliar, this type of jewelry's history is long, going back to the 16th Century and becoming popular in the 19th Century, especially in the Georgian era (1714–1837). The earliest types included macabre death-like symbols according to the traditional adage, memento mori ("Remember, we all die"). Queen Victoria, after Prince Albert died in 1861, mourned his death for 40 years. This made black jewelry fashionable in the Victorian era.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Camera - Found
I came across the camera by accident. I was in the back of Mum's wardrobe, looking for her shoe horn, like she'd asked me to, when I found this black bag, a loose cover containing something and wondered what it was. I took it out and had a good look at it. I never remembered Mum with it although we all used phones to take photos now, never a camera anyway.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
