Microfiction
The Attic
The boy climbed back up the stairs to the attic the next morning and the stone was not on the shelf for he thought that was where he put it. The stone is now sitting about the halfway point right in the center of room. The boy feels a tremor through his body, and he closes his eyes just for a minute. He opens his eyes and the light at the end of room where there seems to be a window that was covered in dirt and dust seems to be somewhat clearer today. The boy goes up to it and looks through the window and sees an image. He turns away then looks back and out the window again. No image. The boy thinks. He goes back to the stairs and back down to the living room. He goes and sits in his chair by the window, and he looks out and it is the same scene as what he saw out the attic window he supposes.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The Attic
The boy is sitting at the dining room table looking at the little box in found in the attic a few weeks ago. He is still wondering if he is going to open it or not. He is afraid but is very curious. He feels a slight breeze going through the house and he thinks it is just from outside for he left the front door open. He got up from the table and wandered around the table then he went out to shut the front door when he noticed that the attic door was slightly open a bit more than normal. The boy peeked in and not really knowing started to climb the stairs but for some reason he was going very slow up them and when he got to the top of the stairs, he sensed that something was not quite the same.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
Escapement
Lucy lulled between sleep and awake, thoughts blurred and scattered as sleep threatened to overcome her once more. An alarm blared, and swear words cascaded from her mouth; she slapped at the cruel bell near her head–success. As she rolled over, she checked her watch, glared at the early numbers, and groaned. Lucy extracted herself from her blanket nest and began descending the long ladder. Lucy’s bunk was the twenty-second pod; the hatch at the bottom was already open as she made her way to her next goal– breakfast.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
Antihero. Top Story - July 2024.
I hope they nabbed the boar’s head. “Hold him, dammit!” Hawkner bellowed at the two limp squires. Blood soaked their courtly robes, turning them from a once striking royal yellow to something resembling the viscera covering the surgery floor.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
