Microfiction

Slim Pickings
I flick through the possibilities on the online dating site, looking, hoping, hunting. Miss Right’s out there somewhere but boy am I having trouble finding her.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
The Voice
She was sat there, reading her book when she heard it. It was low, with a timbre that spoke to her on some level deeper than aurally. There was a laconic speed to it, like it was drifting out of its owner's mouth casually and with swagger, masculine swagger which spoke of sexiness and long mornings in white sheets in bright tastefully decorated rooms. It was the Mick Jagger of voices, exuding a confidence, a knowingness that was making her tingle at the prospect of exploration and fulfillment with the finding out.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Childhood Encounter
While I ride the Yellow Whale home from Davy Crockett Middle School, the other kids shout at each other and bounce on the yuck-brown, vinyl-covered seats, freed at last from another year’s worth of the mind-numbing boredom of school.
By C. L. Nichols2 years ago in Fiction
106 Guns, Bullets, and People: "Deducting" Them
Just because I'm a hitman doesn't mean I'll cheat the government. I follow the rules. I report all of my earnings. My victims? Let's just say they didn't follow the rules. Somebody's, anyway. They screwed up either by design or because of fecklessness, but that's not my problem. I perform a service and once rendered, I'm paid and paid well.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Where Gargoyles Come From
It's been four years since the outbreak started. There's definitely fewer people about. The city's less crowded. There's less litter, less pollution. No one ever looks up at the architecture, though. Eyes stay nailed to the ground ahead.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Mist
Prologue: In the small town of Willow Creek, nestled in the mist-covered mountains, a sense of unease shrouds the community. Whispers of a long-forgotten secret linger in the air, waiting to be uncovered by those brave enough to seek the truth.
By Hardesakin Hadedeji2 years ago in Fiction
Where There’s A Will
“Where’s my boots?” Dad asks, hastily searching each room. His eight year old son Gareth replies, “Sorry Dad, we’ve hidden them.”
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
The Man From My Book
My name is Seth, and I want to tell you a strange thing that happened to me in November of 1996. I had just left college and didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, so I started writing.
By Eseoghene Onovughe2 years ago in Fiction
105: Novel, Unidentified Interfibrillar Syncytial Virus — a Case Report
New England Journal of Medicine Case Study CASE: Chief Complaint: Syncytially adhering corpse to male patient. Present Illness: A 54-year-old mortuary assistant, grave-digger by trade, was brought to the Emergency Department by EMS. In otherwise apparent good health, he presented as an agitated man distraught over a corpse tightly adhering to his entire ventral surface--contiguous with his ventral pelvis, abdomen, and chest.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Peas and the Princess
Princess was outside in a thunderstorm, drenched, and frightened. Trying to find shelter, she dodged lightning strikes and ran until reaching a gate. Portia pounded on the gate until the old king of the principality opened it and was surprised to find a princess asking to be received and I got lost in the storm. Is it true your son is looking for a wife?”
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Bittersweet Misery
"How's the bird?" "Tasty," she answered. We've been out here on our own for a few weeks. Had she left that bread chunk when we escaped I never would've been able to feed us this long.
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Fiction
The Emperor. Content Warning.
He was always nervous. On edge. Being the head of an Empire would do that. An Empire vast and built on bloodshed and domination. An Empire which holds power, power which is always coveted by others. Always.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction