Microfiction
Spontaneity
I wondered if I could generate heat by merely thinking. Thinking harmful, vengeful, and thermogenic thoughts? Could I put something malevolent into an earworm whose cycling 'round and 'round could accrue heat recursively? What exact thoughts could do that?
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Floral speak
We grow beneath a blazing and just sun, light evenly distributed across our field. Others grow in valleys where moisture pools and ridges throw shade. But we are well-preserved within our utopian garden. Each of us bears a monetary responsibility. We understand our fate.
By Barbara Steinhauser 2 years ago in Fiction
Murmurs of Mia' Charmed Story
In the charming town of Eldoria, there carried on with an energetic young lady named Mia. Known for her limitless interest and hesitance to go to the town's conventional school, Mia had a novel gift she could figure out the language of nature. Her interest with the murmurs of the breeze and the privileged insights held by the stirring leaves got her far from the limits of the study hall.
By Aminu Abdulmumin Amfani2 years ago in Fiction
Footprints in the Sand
My heart was heavy, but I trudged on. My weight was that of Atlas, but I put the next foot forward. My feet sunk deeper the harder I tried, in Sisyphisian torture. And when all was lost, I turned and looked behind me. There were two sets of footprints in the sand.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
December Nostalgia
In the quaint town of Everwood, December arrived like a gentle whisper, wrapping the streets in a soft blanket of snow. The air carried the scent of pine, and the townsfolk bustled about, preparing for the festive season. Among them was an elderly woman named Eleanor, who lived in a charming cottage on Elm Street.
By Yusuf Kerimat2 years ago in Fiction




