Microfiction
Admission
Always, we must consider the price of admission. Slowly, I peel the leather glove from my left hand, just as Grandmother taught me. Blue shadows play upon my newly exposed skin, imprinting upon me a strange cyanotype that I dare not decipher. I look away.
By Hannah Corinne2 years ago in Fiction
Madhana Sundari -1
In the remote village of Panchali, where ancient whispers lingered in the shadows, there stood an abandoned mansion, its halls echoing with a tragic tale. The villagers spoke in hushed tones about Madhana Sundari, a woman whose beauty was only surpassed by the malevolence that gripped her soul.
By Keyur Porecha2 years ago in Fiction
Afterlife
Afterlife In just 60 seconds, my life changed forever. A decade later, the defining minute is still vividly imprinted in my memory. Some may mock as I share this story, even though some of those who laugh will be religious and have their own belief in their afterlife.
By Alyson Smith 2 years ago in Fiction
Lily
Lily looked out the window and sighed, dropping her embroidery. There was nothing truly interesting to do within the walls of her father’s castle. She glanced back at the door, and in a moment of unrestrained rage, she suddenly flung the sampler out the window. It spun out over the trees that crawled right up to the foot of her tower, and disappeared into the dark foliage. She wanted so badly to do the same.
By ThatOne_Girl2 years ago in Fiction
