Microfiction
Soft Boiled Treasure
Hard-Boiled detective Kentucky Bourbon cracked the shell of his soft-boiled egg and popped the top off. He set the sliver of shell, with its small amount of egg white, aside and leaned forward to peer into the cavernous opening he had just made. His face fell as disappointment took him.
By Christopher Thompson2 years ago in Fiction
Dame Nature
It was decided dinner would be at Siena Restaurant. In the past Local 121 would have been the place, but it's no longer an option. Siena has options in various price ranges. Probably more friendly than Mills Tavern to the pocket book. Food afterall, was not the purpose of this meeting.
By simplicity2 years ago in Fiction
The Strange Wistfulness of Used Bookstores
This could be my best title yet but it is not my own work unfortunately. L.C. Schäfer proposed the idea that she would write a story every day for 2024 and invited other Vocalists/Vocalites along for the ride. And so, here I still am. This is now the beginning of Week Three. I never thought I would get this far.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Plush Lion
Mr. Lion sat slumped against the rail of the park bench where Caitlynn had left him. She ran with her friends and swung on the squeaky swings that hurt his ears. She didn’t bring him here as often as she used to, but he loved the park, even the squeaky swings. Watching her laugh and play brought him great joy. His great stuffing filled chest would feel warm seeing her happy and laughing. There was always that thought though, he wished he could play with her like they did.
By McKenna Castleberry2 years ago in Fiction
Square Peg
The stink of brewing coffee overwhelmed the air, stirred by a fresh breeze from the window. The kids ate cereal, or, in the case of the youngest, dumped it out on to the floor. Their mother sighed and mopped it up, her kind voice carrying an edge honed by hourly wakings and an early start.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
