Microfiction
Close Call
Red raw and bloody. Ice tightened its grip around human fish fingers. Blood trickled down fingernails before hardening. Whistling in the frozen air, a kettle calling out however there is no one there to listen. The storm rages on, covering the earth in a white blanket. Nothing could have survived that…
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Fiction
Snow Castles
I can’t stand when snow touches my skin. It sends shivers throughout my body and soul. Things were so much different when I was a kid. Back in the 1980s, snow was the most amazing thing in the whole world. Back then I would enjoy lying in the snow. Snow angles were a favorite pastime.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
Miracles. Content Warning.
Many years ago, I lived with an abusive man, who outweighed me by 150 pounds. One frigid night in February, he had me by the neck and was slamming my head into the living room wall. I knew he was about to kill me. As I was losing consciousness, a dove landed on our balcony railing. My abuser stopped and marveled, thinking he could lure the bird inside. That dove gave me just enough time to escape the apartment.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Fiction
Snowy Train Ride
The coal black train chugged its way down the tracks with three passenger cars in tow, it wasn't one of those modern electric trains, that could make a cross country trip in around 3 days' time, but a refurbished train from the 1880's that went along a slow meandering scenic route through mountainsides, over majestic rivers and through a track laid maze through the forests.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Jolly Boy
Jolly Boy, what his dad called him bc he was always so happy as a child. Jolly boy had gone with his dad as a child to emerse themselves with a tribe in New Guinea. Jolly boy had found an artifact most archiologists research and then spend their hole life trying to locate. He also by chance at the same time found a new species of plant or rather one that was thought to have died off as well as a type of beetle. Really he had stumbled and fallen into it all, but no one believed that, knowing who his father was. This made Jolly boy a bit of a sensation in the area as well as home in the USA, amongst the right circles. Jolly Boy, however, was a bit wild. Much like tribes depicted in movies. This however, was not the tribes doing, infact the tribe was very orderly and well mannered. Instead Jolly Boy's wildness came from the fact that while there, he was left alone for large amounts of time, free to do anything he pleased after his couple hours of schooling. He in turn became very rambunctious, self sufficient, and intelligent. This is mostly good, until combined in his precise combination. The combination proved a winning, but precarious combination. Once they moved back state side he was wholly out of place. On top of this fact, due to his new fame and tokenization as a luck charm his adoring parents set up high security around him. Jolly Boy's days became more structured, in a way he was unprepared for. His day's more lonely, even with people constantly around. Although, he got really good at some video games. He envisioned his school like the jungle he left in New Guinea. The teachers and kids mostly equated with specific animals there, a few reminded him of tribe members. This mind exercise made the transition easier, made it feel more like home.
By simplicity2 years ago in Fiction
My Life as Cliché
I've always toed the line. Kept my nose clean. Been on the up-and-up. Yep, I always kept it together. So when she said, "I love you," I figured what was good for the goose was good for the gander. I was happy as white on rice. I was head-over-heels for, and madly in love with, her. Me an' my gal. We'd make a good team.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
There's No Actual Law
I didn't kill the detective, if that's what you are thinking. I just nibbled him a bit. Goodness, if I killed every ignorant tosspot who fat-shamed me one way or another, I'd have a very suspicious trail of dead bodies behind me and all around me.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
