Microfiction
A little Over Dramatic
Tony was dead to the world, enjoying a rather raunchy dream, when he was ripped from his sleep by an unearthly scream. He flew from his bed and frantically looked around his room but the scream came from the kitchen. He headed that way in a panic.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
Strutting
Ace, amazing, awesome. I am the dog’s bollocks. There’s nothing wrong in admitting what’s true. Confidence is sexy anyway. Not that I need help in that department. Look at me. Ha! You can’t NOT, can you? Look at me look at me look at me! You want a little side action? A little shimmy? Wait, check this out. Watching? I said are you watching? Oh yes. Did you see? I can do it again, watch. Yeah, it’s like I vibrate everything. I mean everything. You like that? You want to find out? Where are you going? Where are you…..
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Fiction
Hermedities
Hermedities knew a great many things—particularly things related to food and how to not become food. He knew that the sky was often blue, the water clear unless it stormed, his slime-coated skin was brown and the lily pads green—at least until they died; though he may not have called the colours such things, nor named his home this way.
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Fiction
125 Happy Endings —Quasquicentennial
A buck-and-a-quarter into the 2024 Story-a-Day Challenge, #125, my quasquicentennial! And as this story goes... Quisque was a storyteller always in search of a happy ending. He was a talented and educated raconteur, but everything he wrote he limited to exactly 125 words. He was a neurotic.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
