Microfiction
Y2K and the Imminent Digital Apocalypse
In 1999, my sister-in-law fretted the coming disaster with the changeover of computers from the 1900s to the 2000s. When computers were first developed, digital storage was expensive, so the dating scheme had just 2 digits, e.g., 59 instead of 1959. In this way, 2 digits of hard disk space were saved whenever a date was recorded or applied to each and every file being laid down on hard drives.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Man in the Snow
His crystal blue eyes, reflecting the glistening snow, glanced at me from across the park. I, having wondered if I would recognize him if I saw him again, knew instantly. He was the homeless man I’d once given a meal to at a street corner. I’ll never forget his eyes. That day everything about him looked rough except for his startling blue eyes. Today he was clean, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a thick coat. I see a small boy playing nearby. I decided to go speak to the man, though I was certain he would not remember me. I make my way over, seeing the boy building a snowman and hear “look, Daddy!” The man’s gaze resting upon the boy, his mouth upturned into a smile. I decided not to intrude on their moment, but I could see this man had found his way. I sat on a bench nearby, one where I would not impose on their moment. This was a scene I needed to experience. I had become discouraged by increasing number of less fortunate in my city. I had been wondering if my small efforts ever made a difference. That day, in the whiteness of the snow, I realized that kindness covers the soul just as snow covers the ground. That man had found his purpose in his little son, and it was if he had been reborn from who he was before. Perhaps small acts of kindness can make a difference after all.
By Kayla Williams2 years ago in Fiction
Blood on Snow. Runner-Up in Snow Micro Challenge.
Freezing snow on furry snowshoe paws. Later, she will gnaw the icy crystals away that get stuck between the pads, and lick warmth and comfort into them. She will turn on her side and let the last little life suckle. But for now, her mind is a blood-red bullet, aimed only at one thing.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Lagom
From Real Poetic's challenge: Let me tell you a story. I know that Mr. Gordon would be really upset if he knew I was doing this, but what else can you do in the winter. It's a cold one, and I have somehow made off with a little paper and a pen I made on my own. Amazed what people will trade for just the chance to say something that will keep; something that will go one when I'm long gone.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Until Tomorrow
Crystalline fortresses that sparkle with the light of the sun, wars waged against foes with nothing but the trees to protect us from the onslaught, and the welcoming call of my mother for the warmth of her baking; a call that transformed crystal fortresses to igloos and wars with foes into playing with friends.
By Haley M.T.2 years ago in Fiction
A Day at the Beach (Part 2). Content Warning.
I'm not good at serialisation but I had to return to Susan and Barney and their day at the beach which was a story I wrote back on January 16th. I didn't like leaving Susan like I did, nor Barney, in their plight and so, I've returned to expand on it. The first part is here:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Clockwork Kingdom
In a world where time flowed like a river, there existed a kingdom unlike any other. The Clockwork Kingdom, as it was known, was a place where the past, present, and future intertwined in a mesmerizing dance orchestrated by the ticking of a thousand clocks.
By Abegail Reyes2 years ago in Fiction
