Microfiction
School for Villains. Content Warning.
"There are many things that you need to know in order to be a successful villain. Can anybody name any?" The Professor started every year with his new class of hopefuls with a simple question and answer. As expected, no-one put their hand up. None would carelessly reveal their knowledge. It was the role of the villain not to appear too eager, to remain withdrawn until the ultimate moment came to make themselves known.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
the forbidden love of the driver and his employer
Jake had always loved cars. He spent his teenage years fixing up old clunkers in his dad's garage, dreaming about the day he'd have a car of his own. So, it wasn't a surprise to anyone when he ended up as a professional driver. He worked for the rich and famous, chauffeuring them around in their luxury cars, and he loved every minute of it.
By Heri hoerudin 2 years ago in Fiction
Chasm in Our Midst
He gingerly and affectionately laid his head down on her lap. She looked down at him. “You need to clean your ears out and your scalp looks inflamed.” He winced and sat back up, not responding with any words. She was critical in every way thinkable, even when he pretended she wasn’t. He liked to pretend like he was this perfect man that could do everything right. He liked to pretend that he was ripped from head to toe, that he always smelled amazing, that he always had a witty response, that he was athletic, stoic but sensitive, outgoing but reserved too, kind but definitely not a pushover, outdoorsy but also quick to do as many house chores as possible too. Cleaning the cat litter up from the laundry room was especially important. Although, he couldn’t do too many house chores some days because that would make her feel guilty, or like she wasn’t needed. He tried to do, and be, everything that would be just right.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Pick On Your Own Size
Regina passed an alley on her way to work, but something in the tone of people talking in the alley slowed her. Backing up, she pulled her sunglasses onto her nose, peered down the alley, and saw a man badgering a petite blond female squatting against the wall.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
WHEN THE SUN STAND STILL
In the quaint town of Willowdale, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, the summer solstice was once a revered occasion. The townsfolk would gather at the old oak tree, adorned with flowers and ribbons, to perform the ancient ritual of the Sun's Embrace. As the sun reached its zenith, they would join hands, sing, and dance to honor the longest day of the year.
By Jophiel williamson2 years ago in Fiction
