Microfiction
Don't Look Too Closely
Something was just…off. It was 2 am, and Evan was finally shutting down his gaming console after a few hours of catching up with his friends on a slow Thursday evening. Of course, those few hours had turned into several after talking trash across glowing screens and friendly fire, and he cursed under his breath after checking the time on his phone. His screen’s harsh blue light seemed almost too bright, slicing through the dim calm of his apartment. Along with the hum of the refrigerator and faint tick of the wall clock, everything felt unusually loud in the quiet aftermath of digital laughter.
By Nicole Fenn4 months ago in Fiction
Behold, I Stand at the Door. Honorable Mention in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
There it is again, that distinct sound of a knock at the door. I would probably find that less disconcerting if I knew where the door is. Forget who’s standing on the other side of it. There’s not one anywhere I can see. And I can see a long way in every direction.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 months ago in Fiction
Israel Declares Victory and Ends All Hostilities in the Gaza Strip
The almost century old conflict between the Jews and Hitler which began when Germany invaded Poland on September 1, 1939, has finally ended after 86 years. During the first part of the conflict, which has come to be known as World War II, approximately two thirds of all European Jews, some six million people were killed in Nazi concentration camps through a program of mass executions by poisonous gas and starvation. The surviving Jews went on to found the state of Israel and in more recent years struck back at Hitler by retaliating with a campaign of mass executions in the Gaza strip using artillery bombardment and starvation resulting in the deaths of at least 65,000 Palestinians or approximately one tenth of the population of Palestine.
By Everyday Junglist4 months ago in Fiction
Carving Space
Rowan couldn't breathe. He slammed his open palm against the thick carpet and gasped. Tears plopped onto the back of his hand, onto the floor, down his nose. His carved pumpkin was happy looking, square eyes and jagged mouth, a little rough around the edges honestly, but a valiant attempt from a non-artist. Dewey's was...something else.
By Silver Daux4 months ago in Fiction
Rain
Side A: Cassie I was sobbing. So, Imagine my surprise a knock came thudding. Boom, Boom It was enough to leave me confused. I was certain no one had followed me home, even through the haze of my tears. On the bus, I had tried to hide the fact that I was crying, keeping my head down and pretending to scroll through my phone. By the time I reached my apartment and locked the door behind me, a cold shiver ran through me.
By Lacie Grayson4 months ago in Fiction
When Stars Remembered Their Names
It began with a flicker. Not a satellite or a shooting star, but a deep, resonant pulse from Sirius, the Dog Star. Dr. Aris Thorne, an astronomer who had spent his life listening to the silent sky, saw it on his spectral analyzer. It was a pattern. A signal. It was a word.
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
