Microfiction
The Tomb of the Unknown Known
If only I had been something known. Or at the least, something worth remembering. I am an unknown. I am something missing — misplaced. Not discovered until it is too late. Knowns are more kindly than unkowns, because unknowns pack more punch than knowns.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
'Whose woods these are...'
It hit me, light snowfall underfoot, white, wooded air. Each snowflake is unique. How? Each a collection of one-D strings, each vibrating at its own frequency, each string responding uniquely to the Sound (the Logos). Why can't we see them? They're just one dimensional. No width, no thickness. How long are they? God alone knows. Every possible, imaginable length and more? Consciousness ensouls all, down to each string, which wants to further creativity, because of the Sound. Consciousness is the only cause. Each string impelled to vibrate.
By Paul A. Merkley2 years ago in Fiction
The Mother
Why doesn't she flame? Why doesn't she take back her baby and burn me to a crisp, and the whole forest with me? Her enormous black snout inched through the circle, from her world to ours. Her long neck snaked behind it. The obsidian bulk of her beyond that blocked any view I might have had of the world where dragons live.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Nope
It's five o'clock in the morning! And you want to go out? Seriously? It's snowing outside and minus two degrees, it is warm in here, just lie down and go back to sleep. If you are hungry there is kibble in your dish and there is water in your bowl, I'm going back to sleep.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Lily's Glow: A Journey of Self-Discovery and Empowerment
There was a village lying hidden amidst the rolling hills and in the peaceful woods, where once lived a wayward young girl named Lily. Lily was a person with a good heart and curious, always seeking ways of how become better and better and how to make this world better. Something in her personality had a special radiance to it, an alluring glow which attracted others around her.
By Moon Ghosh 2 years ago in Fiction
The Misplaced Locket
I used to be a treasure so well-loved and once symbolized love and dedication. The mold was also determined to be a delicate, perfumed lock, decorated with elaborate engravings and encrusted with diamonds in a tiny size. Let my chain of gold once adorned the neck of a lovely maid whose sweet prize was me, above all other treasures on this earth. Now, unfortunately, I am in a rational polyhedron, far from my homeland, being lost and forgotten by people.
By Moon Ghosh 2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Real Snow Day
Charlotte glanced out the window at the snowflakes piling up under the night sky. She had just finished reading a story to her nephew's boy, Arthur, and tucked him into bed. He drifted to sleep as the snow blanketed the lawn. Charlotte was staying at her nephew Joe's house while Joe and his wife Lauren drove to a distant city for a conference on climate change.
By Julia Schulz2 years ago in Fiction
Snowful Sorrow. Content Warning.
The snow crunched under Howard’s boots, each step sinking into the white carpet blanketing the earth. Flurries danced in the air, swirling around him like confetti on New Year's Eve. The dense fog enveloped his senses, obscuring the world beyond his immediate surroundings, muffling the distant echoes of life.
By Timberly Price2 years ago in Fiction
Snowcat to the Rescue
Snow fell all night as the temperature dropped. Don’t ever think it doesn’t snow when it is really cold. The two-lane road ending at my house was not plowed, but I used the snow blower to keep the porch and door free of snow and ice. I couldn’t see out of the windows any longer or get the snow away from the house.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
