Microfiction

A Mother’s Call
I watch as my five year old learns to ride his bike. Dad’s running behind him keeping him steady. My heart’s in my throat because inevitably my baby is going to take a tumble.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
118 Pr'oxymorons in the Workforce
FROM WICKEDPEDIA: PROXYMORONS Proximorons have now entered the workforce and have become well established with the fall of Propriety-and-Sobriety Party in the 2030s. The proxymorons were those equipped to navigate contradictions within unique job descriptions. They were a natural result of the subspecialization of professions like Military Intelligence, Solo Team Captains, Jumbo Shrimp Distributors, and Alpha-Acolytes.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Musical Tinkle Of Broken Glass
The breaking of glass tinkles from afar but it piques my curiosity. I wander to the window and gaze at the house on my right. There are two large windows broken, like gaping eyes.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
Makeup and Bus Stops: A Microfiction.
The bus was due at 9:30 in the morning, and I had ten minutes before I had to leave. I used those ten minutes to perfect my dress and makeup before heading out the door to meet my hot date.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Fiction
Journey to The Edge
The crazy people said there was an Edge. Nobody believed them. I didn't, either. Other expeditions before us had found no such phenomenon. This one planned to go further than ever before. I went mainly to see them proved wrong, to be honest. It was a marvellous opportunity. Finding out there was no Edge, and what there was instead... Well that was exciting information and I wanted to be among those who went out and found it and brought it back.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
I’m famous . Content Warning.
I didn’t know that I’m famous until I entered the poultry,those chicken were screaming 😱 and cheering for me the experience was overwhelming 😂😂
By Daniel Kango2 years ago in Fiction
The Foot
His pickup truck was so old that it still had the shift lever next to the steering wheel, but it was new to Billy. He pushed in the clutch, shifted to reverse, and turned the key to kill the engine. The door creaked loudly as he opened it and got out. As he shut the door firmly, he admired the brand-new decal on the side of his door:
By C. L. Nichols2 years ago in Fiction
A Revelatory Discovery
"I can't wait to see the Pyramids tomorrow!" Nesta exclaimed as they sat in the Egyptian heat, the clicking of insects punctuating their evening drink.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Cry Is Never Silent
Being an empath is exhausting, day in and day out. Feeling emotions that swivel through the air, invisible to most, but to an empath, it’s a kaleidoscope of battling torment.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
Tool
Tool’s face was marked by a port-wine-stain birthmark, which left a chip on his shoulder. His temperament with reality was thinning like his hair.
By Arlo Hennings2 years ago in Fiction
117 — The Day the Whispers Began
The day the whispers began was the last day of Ramadan. Many--almost two billion people--believed Gabriel was bestowing new revelations. Only those who had fasted heard, but the whispers were unintelligible, felt to be some exotic dialect, long extinct.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Ophelia's flowers
One minute, that's how long it would take her body to sink. She knew this because she was smarter than what all the people in her life gave her credit for.
By Raine Fielder2 years ago in Fiction