Microfiction
Renegade Rebeka
Rebeka was a rebel with a cause. She stood up for what she believed in and didn’t care how popular it made her. It didn’t matter how many times her Pa had beat her; Rebeka wouldn’t change her mind. She was going to continue doing as she’d been doing.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
MI AMOR
The humid Havana air clung to Elena like a second skin as she hurried down the cobbled street, the worn leather slippers slapping a staccato rhythm against the stones. Mi amor, she thought, clutching the small, ornately wrapped package tighter to her chest. My love is finally ready after all these weeks.
By Bishnu Kumar 2 years ago in Fiction
Work to do
Trapped by her steely stare, which seemed to last an age, I felt the need to run and hide. Instead, I reached for the soft pack and tapped out an untipped. Pressing the fibrous roll between my lips I realised, too late, how stagey this must have looked.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
What can be better than...?. Content Warning.
The question echoed through Elara's mind as she traced the worn inscription on the ancient scroll. "What can be better than…?" She had stumbled upon it tucked away in the dusty archives of the Royal Observatory, a forgotten relic whispering of a bygone era of exploration and wonder.
By Bishnu Kumar 2 years ago in Fiction
The Anders'
The boat was expected to arrive around 5:30 pm. Due to complications along the way, priorities changed and getting the passengers from point A to point B was not the crews’ main focus. So, the boat arrived in the harbour a full four and a half hours later than expected. Naturally, this made some, or most of the passengers quite upset. On any other occasion this would have made Mr. Anders very mad as well, but given the circumstances on this particular day, he sat back in his seat and felt quite relaxed. He was in no hurry to get home. He did not know how he was going to tell her the news, and the extra hours aboard gave him more time to think about how he was going to break it to her.
By Mollie Narutovics2 years ago in Fiction
Central Bar
Tucked away in the small corner of the city, was the bar: Central. The unique architecture and exquisite design made the old place look a little better than the condition it was really in. The shutters were falling from their places and more and more shingles blew from the roof and across the city each time even the slightest of breezes rolled by.
By Mollie Narutovics2 years ago in Fiction
View From Her Pent House
She stands, gazing out at the city of Hampton from the balcony off her pent house apartment above the hotel. Her amber hair blows lightly in the breeze. Her father, a rich lobbyist for the Liberal party who showed no emotion when he talked, bought her this apartment, and it is the best birthday gift, by far, that anyone has given to her.
By Mollie Narutovics2 years ago in Fiction
Interview Room One
"What d'you think, Sarge?" He checks his watch. "Let him stew a bit longer." I look into Interview Room 1 at Xel'thkar tapping his long, spindly fingers on the table. They're a little bulbous at the ends. He doesn't look like he's stewing, but it's hard to tell.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
