Microfiction
Linger By The Oak
Meg enjoyed the early mornings. Peace. Open air. Sunshine tilting through the greenery. This morning, she had a pestle and mortar steadied between her knees and her coppery frizz held back with a scarf. Her broad hands and bulky shoulders moved rhythmically, her mind stilling.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
take me under
From the doorway of the ship’s hospital wing, Serean Wiloh looks perfectly normal to James. James doesn’t know why there had to be a big spectacle about the whole incident, really, when the other boy is clearly doing just fine. He looks rather forlorn and pathetic at the moment, sure—staring out the ship window at the bobbing sea, a blank, unreadable expression on his face—but that’s to be expected from Wiloh.
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Fiction
Beauty and the Beast
The girl looks dangerously thin. When they lift her to carry her off the stage, the gurney jerks upward. The mother climbs into the back of the ambulance. You can tell she's the mother. They look a lot alike, although she probably prefers people to mistake her for an older sister.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Fierce Tears. Content Warning.
I don't know how, but, mother, you are alive again. I have mourned you for two years. I have wept and cursed at what happened to you. I have raged at the callous systems and careless politicians who created a living hell and then imprisoned you there, where your body curled and withered, a prison within a prison, condemned to a suffocating descent towards a choking death, terrified and alone.
By Addison Alder2 years ago in Fiction
220 Resignation Letter: a Template for When Needed
Sir: I humbly enter the anteroom of your attention span, hat in hand; but it is no longer a cry for help but a resignation. Thus, this letter will serve to give notice to a man who notices nothing beyond his myopic purview or his protoscopic worldview.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
