Microfiction
Echoes of Her Heart
The town of Rosewood, nestled among rolling hills and lush forests, was known for its tranquility. But within this quiet, a profound love story was woven, known only to a few. It was the tale of Elara and William, two souls connected by a love that neither time nor circumstance could sever.
By Syed Moizuddin2 years ago in Fiction
Riot! Aftermath
The day after the riot, Billy woke feeling heavier, in heart and head, and very hungry. He got up, trudged to the kitchen. No sign of Darren. Relieved, he went to the fridge. No milk. Went to the bread bin. No loaf. Nothing to eat. He should get some, from the shop.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
223 — HAL-9000 Mission Statement
The Jupiter mission began with living astronauts and me, the HAL-9000 computer. This story ends with dead astronauts—at my hands. Only Dave Bowman survives—elsewhere—beyond understanding, leaving me alone with this new thing that has arisen.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Lost In The Frame
The ship stood tall and proud. Dark wood with a blue belly and a red stripe along the mid-line on the sides. It was as good as any ship I had heard of from my novels. Some of the crew was already on board. Must be early risers on this crew. I could see one captain already at his post. He held the metal wheel tightly in his hands, preparing for the journey. He spun it, probably getting the kinks out. Where was Beale? This trip would be impossible without him. He had all the information about where we were headed. He usually runs late, but always boards the ship just in time. I think he had said we were headed to the Caribbean, but I wasn't sure. I'd never been, but I think it's nice.
By simplicity2 years ago in Fiction
How I Became A Coffee Drinker
I was at work, sitting at my desk, wishing the hours would go faster. All that I could think about was enjoying the weekend. I looked over at the front counter and I saw this ancient lady who was hardly tall enough to reach her head above the student services counter. She had an oxygen machine in hand. “Would you be kind enough to get me some coffee... coffee with ice.”
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Jolly Roger
Jolly Roger D. A. Ratliff Every family has one eccentric relative who might be quirky, meanspirited, or perhaps a loner. I had heard tales of that relative in my family but met him first when I was nine. From that moment on, he became larger than life to me.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
