Microfiction
What I Bought at The Market
Once every fifty-one years, they come to the edge of our sleepy little town. Ha. "Town". Barely more than a village, really, with stone cottages lining picturesque lanes. This is where Father Time goes on holiday. He slows down, takes his boots off, idles. Stretches.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Three Rooms Down
A deep stirring in my stomach woke me earlier than I had planned. Per usual, my eyes were droopy, and my limbs weren’t feeling all too inclined to function. They clung tightly to my form, refusing to leave my side for but a second, and I stayed curled up in the spiral that I like to sleep in. My mind though, my mind was more alert than it had ever been – morning or night. Something disturbing was afoot, I could feel it in every bone of my body.
By Ajinkya Goyal2 years ago in Fiction
62 Flat Earth Society. Top Story - March 2024.
It turned out the Earth really was flat. All of his data, which he knew to trust unconditionally and whose accuracy was beyond reproach, was tweaked. He had corrected for a decimal place here, a pixel there--Voila! We were so wrong all these years. About so many things. There was a new wind a'blowin'.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Realizations in the Slime Rain
Gazing out the window, it was another messy and dreary day. Though the people did their best to extrapolate weather patterns, they were still determining when it would rain. This rain differed from your typical rain, not the kind of rain that falls in your world or mine. This rain comes down in thick spatters that cling to every surface. These globules slip down windows and stick in trees, to rooves, and on walls. They are beholden to the whims of the winds. Eliza watched as one such thick, slobbery globule flowed over her car.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
