Microfiction
The Man with the Umbrella. Content Warning.
"Look over there! In that field! There's a man with an umbrella! Where's he going?" Michelle was always curious about what others were doing and he did look mysterious, shrouded as he was in the mist, with a furtive, purposeful length to his stride.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
All-nighter
The trio sat in the cozy dorm lounge at a well-worn round table with cups of caffeine and snacks scattered about their books, papers, and laptops. Erin worked on an essay for her history final, typing and retyping the same handful of sentences in different ways, which is the definition of insanity. Jud attempted to review the entirety of his Literature class’s curriculum. His professor had given the class no direction on what to study for the final exam. Rily sat cross-legged, flipping through her sketchbook, disgusted at her lack of inspiration. She had a week to complete a final sketch. She had an idea at the beginning of the year, but now it seemed too simple to work. Tearing the page she had spent the last three hours sketching, she crumpled it up in a ball and lobbed it at the nearest waste can.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
On the Day of the Hunt (V)
One Two Three Four ++++++++++++ Being Chosen by the Queen, and all that followed was exhausting. Maids help me out of the stupid dress and underthings, then I sink into the pillows. I sob for my mother, remembering her sat rod-like in the gallery with despair on her face... Sleep took me before the tears even dried.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Something From Nothing
I wasn't anything. I was nothing. I started out with nothing, and anything that accrued was summarily cancelled by an equal and opposite removal of everything, making me a zero. Yet, if I walked three steps forward, I moved only 2.999 steps backward.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Justice For All
In the bustling city of Unity ville, nestled between towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, there lived a young girl named Elizabeth. Elizabeth’s heart burned with a passion for justice, ignited by the stories her grandmother used to tell her about the struggles of their ancestors.
By Kay Godsend2 years ago in Fiction
The Career Girl. Content Warning.
She got in and shut the door. Her journey home from the hospital tonight had been surprisingly easy. The train had been less full and she had been able to read a little of the book her sister had bought her for Christmas. She hadn't been able to pick it up for weeks.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
"Murmurs of the Willow"
**The Murmuring Willow: An Account of Timberland Guardianship** **Preface:** One willow stood calmly, watching life pass by surrounding it in a profound timberland where trees overshadowed each other like old sentinels. This willow, inconspicuous by others, took the stand concerning the huge number of stories that unfolded underneath its branches. Yet, in the shudder of leaves and murmurs of the breeze, another story of empathy, mindful, and the associations that tight spot all living things together began to arise.
By Abdur Rahman 2 years ago in Fiction
