Microfiction

193 Etched in Stone
In a forgotten land, an exquisite palatial colonnade rises from a granite stylobate--foundation supporting its marbled columns. A lofty horizontal mezzanine, contiguous lintel, perches well above the heights of even great men--a circle of architrave, frieze, and ouroboric cornice--that loops for the inquisitive, orbiting eyes that follow it.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Fade to Grey
The world has faded to grey. I drag myself to the bus each morning, listless. Hours tick by, marked by my fingers against the keyboard and papers rustling in my in-tray.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
You Better, You Bet
Introduction This is for Alexander McEvoy's challenge which you can read about below The character I chose is the addict
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Blazing
"If this between us is real, then I'll stay," he whispered, bowing his head low and crowding her. Someone had swapped the normal blue LED of the streetlight out for a red one, making the entire street look like something out of a nightmare. The animals liked it though, she could tell by the gathering of raccoons at its base and the cats slowly wandering in.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
Athanasy - The Power Within You
Eras passed by, The ancient Greek town dappled with glory and scars, Beholding the tales of the gods in the sky,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
192 Your Daily Heuroscope
URANUS RULES TODAY'S HEUROSCOPE FOR THE FOLLOWING SIGNS Dicks: In the handicapped bathroom stall you will piss the toilet seat and leave the toilet unflushed. You'll offer solace to the wheelchaired man by explaining it's how you found it.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Beast In Me. Content Warning.
Introduction This is for Novel Allen's July challenge which you can read about below. The song is "The Beast In Me" by Johnny Cash from "American Recordings" written by his son-in-law at the time, Nick Lowe.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Beacon
Mira’s journey began with a small leather satchel packed with provisions and her grandmother’s journal. She left the town with a mix of trepidation and determination. The path ahead was uncertain, but she felt a newfound strength within her.
By Ms. Jahan2 years ago in Fiction
The Bag - Plan
"What's going on, Anna?" "They're stuck." "Who are? I thought you said it was Ella?" Anna knitted her eyebrows. "It is Ella but...someone's with her." Her eyes moved as if they were scanning a screen, searching. "I can't get a clear read but..." and here she smiled, "it's good."
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Dandelion Girl
In the summer of my twelfth year, when the air tasted of sunbaked asphalt and dreams, I met the girl who was made of dandelions.
By Caleb Lahr2 years ago in Fiction
Jerry's Bad Fur Day
I woke to a sense of dread. It was hard to remember why. There was this feeling of wrongness. Something Bad was going to happen.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
La Torre Que Se Come A La Gente. Content Warning.
Introduction This is for Belle's Challenge which you can read here: The Peter Gabriel song from the album "Ovo" sprung to mind immediately, but this is MY story.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction