Microfiction
So Many Commemorations, So Few Days
January 19 is National Popcorn Day, National Gun Appreciation Day, and New Friends Day. True, these are the product of self-promotion on the part of, as examples, The Popcornhusker State, PopNebraska; the gun lobby, who feels we should appreciate how guns — VERY easily — put extra holes in people; and — perhaps — your old friends who think it might be time to get some new friends.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Whole
For Mackenzie Davis' "Send Me Your Photo/Ekphrastic" Challenge (links below): The ice on the lake is at least two feet thick. The temperature: twelve below zero. That’s Fahrenheit. Three o’clock in the afternoon. That’s going to be the high for the day. Fairly balmy compared to the past month & a half out here on the bay. The hole in the ice is fresh right over the deepest waters out here. Nothing has even begun crystalizing over the opening. Nor is there any steam rising from the surface.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Lake
I raced through the forest, my feet bleeding inside my boots. My breath came in short, painful gasps. My heart beat loudly in my ears. Branches and thorns scratched at every exposed inch of my skin and caught on the thin fabric of my outfit. Yet I could not stop.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Fiction
Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day. Content Warning.
For twelve straight nights I have relived that magic moment in my dreams. The moment when Joe, on bended knee, presented me with a ring, and asked me to be his bride. For twelve straight mornings I have awoken to the sight of the beautiful rock on my finger, a new one each time.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Fiction





