Microfiction
We Float
I am Emma, I can float through city streets, hearing, not comprehending, seeing more than seeking; I am Emma, muted puffs of powdered sky drift over the high, cold buildings. I rest in the translucent voices, radiate in the hums and ahs; I am Emma. Rich with history, my path well worn connects me through language, written, read, recited. I am famished for knowledge, thirsty for newness; I float on home as the train sways left and right, I am just a passenger looking out the window with my eyes closed. I am lost by choice in Waugh, Baldwin, Angelou. I am Emma, flying across the surface as you look back at me; in and out of kaleidoscope faces, no idea of who I am or why.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Fiction
97 Unfathomable
It was a dark and stormy night in the Mariana Trench. 36,000 feet below the surface of the haunted Pacific, the waterwinds were blowing fiercely as bioluminescence flashed like lightning. Deafening thunder erupted from the friction of two shimmying layers of deep waters struggling against their common thermocline.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Long Con
Evening arrived on the backs of the dwarves. Those bloody dodgers came out, singing, bringing the party. Hadn't bathed in days, but they came prepared. They traveled on foot, the seven of them, carrying pickaxes, hammers, head lamps, and climbing rope. The two at the rear carried more boom sticks than anyone had dared to bring within three clips of the Queen in a stone's age. The middling two wheeled a vat of snowy white hooch they called mineshine.
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Fiction
The Railway Bridge. Content Warning.
Brendon had had a grand time at the pub and was feeling the effects of the four pints as it softened his edges and altered his gait. He was filled with a warm love of life after an evening spent with friends, drinking and laughing.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Deal Breaker
A young bride, excited for her special day, arrives at the church. Inside her husband-to-be awaits. She has arrived early to give herself time to practice the vows she has written for her soulmate and she cannot wait to hear the vows that he has written especially for her.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
Happy ever after
It started with a kiss. Which makes a change, since usually it pretty much ends with a kiss. You know that bit. Frog turns into prince, princess awakes from a deep slumber, active hero marries passive heroine and we all live happily ever after. Or we assume so, since nobody checks back for the wedding anniversary a few years later when our beautiful prince(ss) is run ragged by a brood of royal brats and our handsome prince(ss) is casting a roving eye elsewhere.
By Andy Potts2 years ago in Fiction
Guardian of the Gate. First Place in Whispering Woods Challenge.
Dappled light danced over the soft forest floor as beams of sun played with the leaves of the trees high above. Beech, oak, and yew stood tall and proud, sentinels of this ancient land. Colours of autumn were in abundance, the forest a tapestry of deep hues. Golds, and browns, and reds, interspersed with the ever present green. Occasional bursts of bright summer colours caught the eye. Purples, pinks, blues, yellows and more. Flora, stubborn of the changing seasons along with pixies, sprites, and a plethora of other low fae flying about. Warmer days would be rare until spring came a-calling once more.
By Morgan Christy Rickards2 years ago in Fiction
What hope looks like
When the cat started speaking I knew it was the death of me. I wiped my tears as the cat walked and sat beside me, as the moonlit sky adorned in the radiance of the moon. She stared at me and with the beauty of her emerald-green eyes, she whispered," Don't shed tears for the ones who won't even remember about your existence. I wanted to say something but alas the alarm clock rang and I looked in the mirror. It was time for me to let go.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
