Microfiction

THE LATEST SIMPSONS PREDICTIONS FOR THE YEAR 2024
Since October 7, 2023, a conflict has gripped the world as war erupted between Gaza and Israel. The unexpected nature of this event shocked the global community, but interestingly, a certain group seemed unsurprised – the steadfast fans of The Simpsons. According to the popular animated series, they had foreknowledge of the conflict in the Middle East in the early autumn of that year. In a 2005 episode titled "Home Away from H," The Simpsons not only depicted a potential war between Kosovo and Serbia at the end of 2023 but also accurately predicted the release of a film named "Openheimer Elevator" in the same year. Astonishingly, this film is currently playing in theaters.
By axel djaman 2 years ago in Fiction
Somehow he was still not dead. Content Warning.
This story has been written in response to L.C. Schäfer's proposal to spend 2024 losing my mind...sorry, I mean, choosing to write a microfiction story every day, making 366 stories for every day of this lovely leap year. You can check her original story out here:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Old man and orange cat
As night falls, the old man sits alone by the window, looking out at the falling leaves, his heart filled with loneliness and sadness. His relatives had all left him, leaving him alone to face the hardships of life. His eyes were empty and helpless, as if he had been abandoned by life. Just then, an orange kitten appeared outside his window, its bright eyes staring at the old man as if saying, "I'll be with you through the hard times."
By Lee Smith.2 years ago in Fiction
The Rub: To sleep — Perchance to Dream
January 3 is a day to commemorate the Festival of Sleep Time for bed: bed time. One ticket for the Mattress Ball. Thad's satiety has been achieved, his hunger sated, and his day's goings-on were now gone-on and, it seemed, stood complete. As the human animal, Thad lay in state, at peace, hypnogoguic in pleasant reverie, and would fall into the somnolence arising within him.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Red Strand
The knife stabbed so deep into her belly the blade protruded through the skin of her back. Blood poured from the wound before the weapon was yanked out of her guts. She tried to catch her entrails in her bloodied palms but they slipped through her fingers like oiled snakes. She tumbled to her knees, blood falling from her mouth as she cried from the pain, from the inevitability of death. It took six long, agonizing minutes for her to die.
By Jupiter2 years ago in Fiction
View from the Background
Allison was always able to slip into the background. She was not unpopular and was included in things. However, her best friend, Leanne was the complete opposite. Leanne thrived with an audience and loved being the centre of attention. Allison felt this was fair as Leanne was, by all accounts, a remarkable girl. Great hair, sparkling personality and an infectious laugh.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Lonely Barista. Top Story - January 2024.
This story has been written in response to L.C. Schäfer's proposal to spend 2024 losing my mind...sorry, I mean, choosing to write a microfiction story every day, making 366 stories for every day of this lovely leap year. You can check her original story out here:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Other Guy
Mark would be so mad. He has no idea. It's this new guy at work. I feel guilty, but I can't help it. I've tried to hide my feelings, suppress them... but they're too strong. Have you ever felt a connection you can't deny?
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The butcher and the cheese monger
There was once a cheese monger who once a week sold a pound of cheese to a butcher. The cheese monger owned a cheese shop where every class of people could buy a variety of cheeses. Cheeses everyone could enjoy.
By Mieczyslaw Oz2 years ago in Fiction
Versions of Introversion
JANUARY 2, WORLD INTROVERT DAY For too long he blended into the background. He remained merely at his steady state — his most stable, constant, regular, even, uniform, unchanging, unvarying, unwavering, unfluctuating, invariant, and unbroken energy stratum of inadventurous venturism.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Therapy Session
This attempt was inspired by a "Writer's Boot Camp" task called "Cross Boundaries." I'm not sharing the rest of the details from the card until the end, if I choose to at all.
By Rene Peters2 years ago in Fiction
New beginnings.
All stories start small, and all start halfway through another, never really new beginnings so much as new developments. Even endings meld and merge into ongoings. Mine is no different. I was born afraid, as my ancestors learnt to be, and brave, as they needed to be, and one day I will die and leave a million ripples behind me. Some will reach a near shore, others will spread outwards, the peaks flattening until barely perceptible. None are likely to make waves, but I keep throwing out pebbles, searching for that little pushback, that lets me know that somewhere out there, my ripple came up against another thrower of pebbles. That no man is an island.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Fiction