Microfiction

The Bag - Meeting
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By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
170 Corinthian Bouquet (Pedestrians 13: 4-8)
On the corner I waited for a lighted green man to say I could walk. A five-way light meant a long wait for all the crisscrossing traffic to take their respective turns.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Rebirth. Content Warning.
The village had been in mourning since the loss of every child in the school bus disaster. Every day every parent woke in tears at their loss.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
The Recurring Nightmare
The relentless drumming of rain against the windowpane was the first thing that pulled Sarah from her slumber. She groaned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and glanced at the bedside clock. 2:37 AM. Another night, another vivid nightmare leaving her heart pounding and her mind reeling.
By olxia10 2 years ago in Fiction
#169 Retirement Age
God Almighty sat at his lavish throne room's golden desk. A horn sounded. "Yes?" he asked Gabriel. "And you shouldn't blow that thing so loud. People below will assume the worst."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Small Hand and the Big Heart: A Tale of Generosity
A woman went grocery shopping with her little child. While the woman was shopping, the little child was smiling at the merchant. The merchant liked the child's innocent laugh very much. It seemed as if the fatigue of the whole day was fading away.
By Rakshit Shah2 years ago in Fiction
Love in the Time of COVID
INTRODUCTION Busy Streets of New York A. Busy Streets of New York Nestled amidst the towering skyscrapers and bustling avenues of New York City, life unfolds in a whirlwind of activity. From the iconic bustle of Times Square to the serene beauty of Central Park, the city pulses with an energy that is both exhilarating and relentless. People of all walks of life weave through crowded sidewalks, each with their own story etched into the fabric of this vibrant metropolis.
By SRN Universe2 years ago in Fiction
What's Wrong With Freddie
The boy screamed, his tiny fists balled up in rage that threatened to consume him. Mouth stretched nearly wide enough to swallow himself whole. He did this all the time.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
True Loves Nightmare
Zoey woke up, panicked, breathing hard. She was sweating profusely, mind and body both agitated. Breathlessly she was trying to remember her dream, grasping at the pictures the other part of her mind was desperately trying to erase.
By Liam Storm2 years ago in Fiction
The Lady in the Tower
"She stands, still." "Who does, Grungle?" The old man looked at his grandson. "The Lady in the Tower." Grungle had Bailey when his mother had to work at the tavern and feared Bailey being left alone. There had been talk... She didn't want to lose Bailey, yet, though she knew its inevitability, such was the nature of legend. The boy to hold them back...
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Out of Water
The cart rattled up the coast road to the castle, competing with the thunder. Lightning struck, illuminating the shape huddled under the cover. When the sky cracked, it was bright as day for a moment, but still impossible to make out what was under there. Look! A suggestion of movement, of slithering, then- nothing.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Blacksmith
The blacksmith’s shoulders dripped with sweat from the heat of the sun and the fire in front of him. It was a beautiful day. The princess went by. Several servants were carrying her on a litter. She peeked through the curtain and caught a view of the blacksmith hard at work. Her heart started beating immediately faster with interest and curiosity. She quickly closed the curtain. The litter moved on. The princess and the servants were heading back to the castle. The next day, the blacksmith received a letter with the seal of the royal princess. The blacksmith opened the letter and began to read. The letter said, “I request your presence in the royal court this evening at 6 p.m.” The princess had signed the bottom of the letter with fancy cursive handwriting. The blacksmith closed the letter and wiped the sweat from his brow. He felt a flutter in his stomach. What could this mean? What could the princess want with someone like him, a commoner? There were dozens of blacksmiths in the city.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction