Microfiction

Floating Calm. Content Warning.
Is this a story or a desire, it may not be true yet, or it may be, but it is certain it will be, so is this fiction? You must decide for yourself.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
dinner for chickens
“I hate these animals. All they do is shit and scream all day long. Good for nothing. Well… except dinner”
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Fiction
sarnies for piglets
“Eww, Mum! Do pigs really eat animal hands and feet?” “The older generation like to boil them for soup stock, but yes, some pigs enjoy frying or roasting them. If you salt and oil the skin before putting them in the oven it goes nice and crispy”
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Fiction
breast is best
“NURSE!! Sedate this one, she is resisting the natural process. Give her an anaesthetic” “Sir, if we do that we cannot sell her milk yet. Policy says we can no longer contaminate the animals with drugs before pumping for milk”
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Fiction
202 Operatic Obituary
Thinking of sharks, I'm wary of their pretty teeth and how they show them pearly whites. And then I think of MacHeath and the jackknife he kept out of sight.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
fox fashion
do bop do bop do bop do pop “Thank you! Thank you all for joining us from the comfort of your home burrows. Due to the latest Ebola outbreak we regret that we cannot host you in person, however, thanks to the wonderful new invention of ‘video vision’ - we can bring all the latest spring fashions straight to you in the safety of your own home!
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Fiction
A Perfect Evening. Top Story - July 2024.
Somewhere between the food, the drinks (so many!) and hugs from friends, I found peace. Lots of soul searching lately probably helped.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Arachnid
"Katie, now it's really time to clean your room!" - my mom said and turned to me - "When was the last time you used the vacuum cleaner?"
By Anna 2 years ago in Fiction
Fortress of Solitude
The cold, imposing walls of Fort Maelstrom rose like ancient monoliths against the grey sky, casting a foreboding shadow over the desolate landscape. Surrounded by barren moors and jagged cliffs, this fortress was not just a prison; it was a tomb for those condemned to its depths.
By John Aluko2 years ago in Fiction
201 — Enthuse, Blockheads!
The Blockheads were stuffy. They were congested. Their sinuses were blocked, their ideas were stifled, and their loves were tentative. But their likes were easily posted with a keystroke.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Not Far To Go Now
In my line of work, I've had to get used to some seriously tough days. But this one, this one has been the mother of tough days. Usually, I get in, I get out and there's no trouble. Not this time though. Admittedly I'm not exactly used to collecting my targets live and kicking. Yet here I am, hell raining down on all sides and I'm stuck with a wimpering idiot trying not to let him get himself killed before we reach our final destination.
By L.R2 years ago in Fiction
Seeing Grey
When they came for me, I had visions of the future. Me, handcuffed, caged, life ruined. That is, more than it was already. Shamed. Like I'd done the biggest poop on the deepest, creamiest carpet. Oh boy, I was in so much trouble!
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction