Microfiction
Finder
I never realised my ability to find things was anything more than just being observant. I feel I’ve always had the ability, lost keys? Found within a minute. Neighbour’s lost dog? Less than an hour. For years it was just a thing, ‘yeah, Nathan is good at finding things,’ people said. Then puberty hit … that’s when things really changed. Other guys at school started showing off little wisps of chin hair or their slightly deeper voice. I went home one Friday how I’d looked for years. By Monday I had a full beard, and thick hair coating my arms and legs.
By Savannah K. Wilsonabout a year ago in Fiction
Bloodied
There were already two orphans in school when Flissa started. Cody, who was doomed to die young like it was a family tradition, and Athena, who had seen her mum die in a housefire and everybody knew it. Flissa only got to know Cody a bit, because he lived up to expectations and expired from a bellyache by Halloween. Teachers cried openly with students, and Flissa felt unseen amidst the grief. She had been Cody’s best friend for a whole week, but no one seemed to think it counted for much. Athena got a lot of extra attention though, and when she scored 94% in Maths even though she was sad, the headmistress made a speech about strength of character in assembly.
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Fiction
The Mimer
Jacques Auclair was told to be silent from childhood. His family in France was quiet. He learned to use his mind. All ignored him throughout his life, leaving him to act out his anger. As he grew older, he became a mime and mimicked his peers and others. They all just wanted him to be silent and compliant. He was rather funny at first as he painted his face. As he realized his powers, he silently avenged those who hurt him. That was insufficient, and society had to pay for his unspoken pain. He wanted them to feel the box they had put him in his entire life. As his anger grew, he created invisible walls and boxes trapping those he felt hurt others. His voice was not needed but what his imagination could create. He could even silence them without them knowing it. Feeling inferior was his experience in life. The life he wanted never mattered, and gaining his powers from a simple lightning strike gave him his dream. He let his disappointment and criticism make him pure evil. Anger destroyed him to become the worst of humanity. His painted face, striped shirt, and small body did not look menacing. No one saw him coming or expected to be yanked by his invisible rope. His reputation was renowned for his practices of suffering. His life started in silence, and he will destroy everything by silence. Only empathy could turn him from evil. He wanted to be seen and heard even if he did not speak. He lived quietly, but no one could predict his next move. His thoughts were only for him. All for the power of pain just to hurt others yet never to be satisfied. His wrath blinds him from his weakness. He was called The Mimer.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Fiction
Incarnate. Content Warning.
Francis never liked people much, he always lost his temper in queues, when people walked on the incorrect side of the footpath, basically everything people did. He had always disliked people, and as he got older, it grew more and more.
By Savannah K. Wilsonabout a year ago in Fiction
Frightengale
Nurse Jennifer Bates was doing her rounds around the hospital when she noticed a person that she didn't expect to see; Peter, a man who was being treated for his wounds in a car crash. Based on his injuries, he shouldn't be leaving the hospital alive. Most nurses and doctors would be happy to see a patient return home, but not Jennifer.
By Cat the Autistabout a year ago in Fiction
