Microfiction
The Rich Man's Clothes. Top Story - September 2024.
An emperor who had no clothes was once gifted with a rich man's attire. Wearing them seemed like a breeze in the air covering his soul. His steps quickened and the marvellous seemed possible. Even his daydreams seemed remarkable but there was nowhere to put them so he stuffed his hands in his pockets. With no touch to his senses, the world became cloudy - no gift giving his new point of view. Through the mind of an apple, his thoughts grew...if only I can. The apple became a new world he could almost taste. Then he realized that the apple and the clothes were not his own, nor the windswept thoughts between the threads. So he made bare his mortality and walked naked in the sunlight.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelleabout a year ago in Fiction
Careful Calculations. Content Warning.
There are few moments in life that really bring you to a standstill, but as I stand here staring at the wreckage this is definitely one of them. Thanks to the pressures of time and the inadequacies of a dull razor, my pussy looks like it has mange. There aren’t so much loose hairs as tufts are there’s a distinct shade of razor burn that can’t be ignored. The clock is ticking. First dates are rife with rules, spoken and unspoken… not using your dates razor to shave your genitals is, I’m sure, one that rarely even needs to be alluded to but here we are.
By S. A. Crawfordabout a year ago in Fiction
Little Red Leaf. Content Warning.
All the leaves are brown, and the skies are grey. Autumn is here and you're away. I look at the richness of the world around me, the pageantry of royal colour in the golds and the reds and the oranges that adorn the trees in their final flourish and it makes me sad that you can't see it.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Hunt
The dragon swoops this way and that, a ghastly searchlight backdropped by the bright stars. Rock dig and scrapes at me from all angles in this cramped hiding place, but even so, I'm struck by the beauty and majesty of the terrible beast. It's astonishing that a creature so enormous can make the sky.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Buried Secrets: The Night My Sanity Slipped Away
I always knew something was wrong with my neighbor, Mr. Langley. People thought he was just quiet, maybe a little eccentric, but I saw right through him. Every night, when the rest of the street fell into its peaceful slumber, he would be out in his garden. Not tending to plants or flowers, no. He’d be out there digging, always digging. No one else seemed to notice or care. But I did.
By Lawrence Leaseabout a year ago in Fiction
261 — Psychosclerosis: Traditional Folk Disease Officially Recognized
There's a common condition, a scourge shunned for far too long, that's been called the "hidden affliction." Raging across all demographics, every race, across genders, and even extending vertically through generations, it's seldom referenced until recognized and called out—typically—rudely, in a vocal identification nothing short of overt invective.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Snow-man
I await the first flake. For with it, my love will return. Lumen. My Lumen. I hold his heart all year round. It sits in a box on my sideboard. The box is nothing special but what it contains is everything to me. Sometimes, I open it and I look at it, quickly, blue, beating and marvel at the fact that it's mine, that he has chosen me over all others.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
