Microfiction
Waiting for White Smoke
Hero or victim; victim or hero... I have never been able to settle on one side or the other. For those of you who hate the Earth, and feel that you should strip it, rob it, spoil it with your products and your greed, I am your enemy, and you feel my wrath when I force you to inhale, inject or consume the waste that you've given the world.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Fiction
Balance
12 year old Marty Styles is sitting in his language arts class waiting for his best friend Cordell to show up. While waiting Marty is drawing a picture of what looks like a little kid wearing a red mask, a blue long sleeve shirt and a green cape. Stumbling in class at the sound of the late bell, Cordell rushes into class exhausted with his clothes crooked. “Nice of you to join us, Cordy” said the teacher, Mr. Michaels. “Sorry Mr. Michaels…there was a disturbance” Cordell replied.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Fiction
"Super Hero Sam"
Running through his home, leaping from chair to chair, he imagined in his four year old mind that he was a true hero, a super hero. When asked what he wanted to be when he grew up , with no hesitation " I'm a super hero" he would always respond.
By Pamela Walsh-Holteabout a year ago in Fiction
Starlight
When I picked up that ring on the beach that day I had no idea just how much my life would change. It sat on my dressing table for a week and after no one responded to the lost and found ad I forgot about it. I was heading out to the vigil for the shopping mall victims, and I saw the ring sitting there. What the heck, I guess it’s mine now? I slipped it on my finger. It was way too big, but before I could remove it … the ring resized all on its own, fitting perfectly to my finger.
By Savannah K. Wilsonabout a year ago in Fiction
My Grave Love
Every night he visits the grave... I cant remember when I started noticing it. At first, I thought maybe he was visiting family. I wanted to ask him.. But thought better of it. After all, what if it was his family? What if I had nothing special to say or worse, something so common and stupid, like; "Hope you feel better!" As if a death was some common illness. Maybe in a morbid way it was...
By Titania the Dreamweaverabout a year ago in Fiction
They Had It Coming. Content Warning.
Born into darkness. A world unfit for a child to be raised. The cards I had been dealt were terrible. Abuse, violence and destruction, no wonder I lived in despair. Life for me could have ended before it had even begun, that is if the power I cradled inside of me, wasn’t the leg up in life I needed.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
Famished
Wednesday: I know it's him doing it. I fume at my desk. So hungry. Is that making it worse? No! My therapist said to stop invalidating my feelings. This anger, it's justified. No need to dismiss, downplay or excuse. I've every right to be mad. He's been stealing my damn lunch. When I confronted him, he lied to my face!
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
VibrationMan. Top Story - August 2024.
Little four-pound Johnny Vitelli was born nine weeks premature. His mom called him her little runt. But she didn’t realize that Johnny was blind and with weak legs. He was brought into a world of pain and darkness.
By Rick Henry Christopher about a year ago in Fiction
