Microfiction
Fairly Liquid. Content Warning.
On The Road Crossing the road they saw a white Toyota bearing down on them looking like a Star Wars Stormtrooper's helmet on wheels, so they moved a little more quickly to get on to the far pavement. As they hit the pavement they felt they had stepped into something that some animal had deposited.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Hail. Content Warning.
She was sat outside when the hail came. She had been thinking and drinking, letting the sun distract her. She had fixed herself a bright cocktail with an umbrella and a Maraschino cherry. The alcoholic proportions were wrong, or right, depending on how you saw it.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Blossom. Top Story - April 2024.
A dead past does not put a halt to a new future. A year later, Kaffy, a highly intelligent, creative, bookish, and preppy Nigerian-Canadian 15-year-old girl was released from juvenile prison. She was arrested and charged with petty theft and assault, and was sentenced to a year in prison. Her sentence was supposed to be 6 months for stealing a lollipop, a chocolate bar, a pack of playing cards, and a bag of Cheeto's cheesies from 7-Eleven, but she received another 6 months for kicking, punching, and hitting another female inmate across the face during an altercation in the canteen.
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Fiction
Disarmament . Top Story - April 2024.
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi2 years ago in Fiction
Make the Memory
When I was eleven, I put a message in a bottle and threw it into the sea. My dad had taken us on holiday to Ireland. He was afraid of flying, so whenever we went abroad, we always went on a ferry. When we were about to board the boat for the return trip, I got the idea in my head to throw a note into the ocean.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
To Walk Away or Not to Walk Away
There are times we have to make the hard decisions; those decisions that break our heart. I’m struggling with such a decision this very day and I know the answer — I know the way forward — but still I’m procrastinating in making that final decision.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
Over in a Minute
Our motor coach tour arrived in Bristol, England, around three in the afternoon. The sky was a deep blue, and the temperature had peaked at a comfortable seventy degrees Fahrenheit. From a tourist's point of view, everything about the day was picture-perfect. The city, located in the southern part of England, was resplendent with ancient and modern buildings interspersed with beautifully kept parks and public gardens. Its biggest attraction, seen from miles around, was the Clifton Suspension Bridge. It was the largest iron suspension bridge of its type when it was built, spanning the 702-foot width of the Avon Gorge. The bridge has been the scene of historic events and multiple suicides.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
Pack Animals
Had the oppressive heat not choked his throat, he'd have yelped for help. No help would have come. He'd have blistered his shrill vocal chords at the risk of collapsing his graying lungs, if given half a chance. Instead he gasped for air amid fits of silent anger.
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Fiction
