Microfiction

Cutting
The garden was a mess. Summer's blossom had diluted from fresh to fading and the lemming leaves were falling, spiralling to lie curling on the ground.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Price
Chloe Nelson was only eight, but as far as Mrs Nelson was concerned, darling Chloe's perfect shoes were on a path to great things.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Another Shift
The rain was pouring down and the air felt a little nippy as it was April. The restaurant that would be normally packed was empty because of the pandemic, we were finally allowed to be open and maybe this month I would not have reach out to my cousin for some rent money, if I was lucky. Tips were not pouring in since many people lost jobs and could barely afford a meal or let alone go out. The patio was open because it was the only way we could be open. I called in earlier in the morning begging to come into to work and luckily, my coworker was sick, so here I was waiting on empty tables for minimum wage.
By Ada Zubaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Legend of Jack Ripper
Their quarry fiddled with an old transmitter at the end of the asteroid’s mining tunnel. “Jack Preston, alias Jack Ripper, the Federation has charged you with arms smuggling, transmitting illicit signals, and murder. Do not resist.”
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
Brother's Keeper
The prisoners were in an uproar. All except the hooded man. Sounds of the battle above drifted down to the cells. The Saxon guards were frightened. Sigrid and his Dane warriors were winning. There was thumping on the door above. A guard staggered back. The hooded man was ready, stealthily as a shadow he grabbed the key from the guard’s belt and opened the door.
By D.K. Shepardabout a year ago in Fiction
The Note
I had a letter this morning stuck through the letterbox. It read: I just want you to know that I forgive you. No signature. Blank envelope. Just those words.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Liam's Ascent
In a small, weather-beaten town nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, lived a boy named Liam. The town, with its cracked sidewalks and rusting fences, seemed to be perpetually shrouded in a haze of gray. The people there spoke in murmurs, their voices blending with the wind that whispered through the empty streets.
By Someoneabout a year ago in Fiction
253 Hanging by a Thread. Top Story - September 2024.
I made my bed and slept in it. I insisted on a thread count of 500, at least. And none of that two-ply stuff. I felt I deserved it. I wanted the finer things in life, and I achieved them per every square inch. I slept well. As I slept on, day after day, year after year, and epiphany after epiphany, I self-educated on the important things in life in my night-by-night respite.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Meter Maid
He was inside and I could see his nervous buddy tapping the steering wheel when I pointed at the meter and told him that if he got there about an hour later he would have been okay and I wouldn't have to take down his information, but he didn't even see me at all (did he?). And then I looked over at the store that just closed and could see the other one inside under the security lights. So, I could see him through those double thick glass windows loading up as he walked around the store, his bag on his back getting bigger and bigger and no one noticing a thing about him taking everything and anything he wanted (was anyone even working? no security?) And there I was with the car and he just ran out to his buddy waiting for him without really noticing me and the ticket I just put under the windshield. At least it was still there and I had a copy of it all for the police (the security camera would help too, but that was under the lights, but my ticket was probably better for them). Sometimes this job really does make you feel like you are spreading some sort of goodness in this world. Pay your tickets!
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Fiction
Three Ex-Yard Gnomes and a Homemade Pizza
Three yard gnomes named Jolly, Squally, and Polycarp lived on a shady front lawn. The lawn belonged to an old raisin-of-a-woman named Sadie O'Grady. Her name doesn't really matter though because this story is about the three yard gnomes. One day Squally squealed by exclaiming, "I'm terribly tired of this job, standing still as a statue all day on this boring, old, shady lawn! There is a whole wide world out there that we've just got to explore!”
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
West Coast Gold. Top Story - September 2024.
A/N: This is a story I entered a few weeks back for writingbattle.com. The challenge was to use the prompts pictures above and write a story in 250 words or less. Enjoy, and please consider entering yourself for their next battle!
By Kenny Pennabout a year ago in Fiction
The Dark Light. Content Warning.
We always describe bad and fearful things as dark, but that is not always the situation. We found something that shocked us.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction