Microfiction

A Light Flurry
That's it. I'm moving back to Florida. Mom said to give it a chance; it's barely my first semester, but snow just isn't for me. It's too cold and there's just too much of it. Jackets? Layers? What's the point? It still finds its way into my unmentionables.
By B2 years ago in Fiction
Turning Time
“Do you want to play a game?” Tommy nodded. There was that glint of wickedness in Jamie’s eyes that meant he was plotting. Tommy never knew his brother’s intentions, but he always had fun, even when he got whooped for it.
By Skylar Callahan2 years ago in Fiction
Fortified And Mortified
Watching from the kitchen window, Patty questioned why the police were in the parking lot bordering her backyard. It was a doctor's lot connected to the hospital across the next street. There were two cars and a couple of officers looking for something. The sight wasn't unusual in their little burg, so Patty went about her business.
By Jason Ray Morton 2 years ago in Fiction
Special Delivery. Top Story - February 2024.
The heat register hums its sleepy tune as I stare listlessly at the snowy yard. The peace of the scene is interrupted by the crunch-crunch-crunch of the ill-prepared neighbors as they trudge arduously to their front door, arms full of supplies and children.
By Merrie Sanders2 years ago in Fiction
Keys
I wonder when she'll notice we're gone? The snow is still falling thickly, and I'd heard the news talking about a three-day storm. I was nice and shiny when I dropped, wheeee! That was fun! But it wasn't long before I was covered over.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
They Come in 3s: Part 3
Epiphany, first: Being alive as its own reward. My miracle, self-actuation of self-awareness. Epiphany, second: Sorting out the perspective of the truly important things in life. My miracle, forgiveness.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
They Come in 3s: Part 2
I returned to that pier the next day. Again, I was greeted by my cetacean Master of Ceremonies, who performed his perfunctory gesture, leaving me drenched in spittle from his blow-hole.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Willow's Way
Willow liked the cold. Below freezing temps, bring it on. Winter was definitely her favorite time of the year, especially when it snowed. It was the time that she truly felt at ease outside. She could spend hours outside during icy temperatures. Willow found that loving the cold was even more so after her sixteenth birthday.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
They Come in 3s: Part 1
She came to me on the first day at this lovely seaside town. I was on the pier, admiring the sunset, when a porpoise shot out of the water and turned to purposely and porpoisely exhale a plume of water at me. It was a miracle, this roguish act of nature.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the White. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
Unable to move, I feel the lumbering motion of snow sliding above me, engulfing me in this suffocating shadowiness. I shiver uncontrollably, as the pressure slowly squeezes oxygen out of my lungs. Buried alive under the weight of this crystalized shroud, to be forever entombed in a frozen grave with no head stone. Although consumed in total darkness, I close my eyes, yet sleep eludes my exhausted body as rumbling vibrations from above give me false hope of rescue. In truth I don’t know which way is up or down.
By JBaz2 years ago in Fiction
Clip Clop. Top Story - January 2024.
In the old days, it was different. Whether you had a horse or not, and whether you liked them or not... If you heard clip-clop on the street, some inner child prompted you to go to the window. You'd look out with some small satisfaction.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Chasing Clarity
Her brother had urged her to order four pairs of us, and though she was hesitant, she eventually succumbed to his advice. I, one of those pairs, knew exactly how this would unfold. It was a familiar story, one that had played out countless times before. As we were pulled out of the box, I whispered to my sibling glasses, promising to reunite with them in the next lifetime.
By Jennifer Lancaster @jenergy172 years ago in Fiction