Microfiction
The Magic Pen
Once upon a time there was a young author who loved to write. He was so wealthy from an inheritance that he could afford to do nothing but write. He made it a point to write every day. Write something. It became such a part of his life that he fantasized a dreadful, horror... that when his pen ran out of ink, his own blood would stop flowing.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Duty Calls
Consciousness came crawling back from the edge of oblivion as I slowly recognized where the annoying sound was emanating from. I pushed “accept” on my phone and listened to the electronic voice coldly say, “Get up now.” 3 a.m., right on time as usual; not much chance these electronic gadgets would give a guy an extra 15 minutes. No time to lie around complaining. People were counting on me.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
Misty's Nanny. Content Warning.
Misty’s new Nanny, Felicia, arrived today. She had just been introduced to her and told what was expected of her while she was here. Misty had just stood there lovely and prim, smiling and nodding her head where appropriate. Then, as if she wasn’t even in the room with them, the Nanny had turned to her parents and said that she thought the post would do nicely. Misty was then excused to return to the nursery and continue doing what she was so rudely interrupted when the Nanny arrived.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
A Fitting End
The girl sat outside the coffee shop, sipping from a cup. She seemed relaxed, resting casually in her chair, leaning back, one arm laying across her stomach, the other up and holding her cup. One foot sat on the ground, its leg supporting her other leg, which was crossed over it, its own foot gently and slowly bouncing. Her eyes glazed over the morning traffic. One might take her for any other coffee drinker, enjoying a drink peacefully in the morning traffic, but on closer inspection, one would notice that the peace in her eyes was not one of calm, but resignation. Her lips were not set in neutral but had a slight hardness and downturn that matched the subtle resignation in her eyes.
By Katarzyna Crevan2 years ago in Fiction
A Stairway To Hell. Content Warning.
This is for a Vocal Social Society Challenge that you can enter here: A Stairway To Hell It has been remarked that while there is only a "Stairway To Heaven" there is a "Highway To Hell" and that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
My Narnia
One day I woke up in my Narnia. I woke up and stepped into an entirely new world. One recognizable, but wholly unknown. It carries many expectations. I stumbbled into it. It happened not quite over night, but at times it felt that way. My Narnia carries no friendly wise character's, there was no Aslan to greet me. I entered at the part where Aslan had died and unfortunately Mr.Tumnus transformed and disappeared before my eyes. The dangers remained recognizable, witches existed in all colors and places trying to turn others to cold stones or arrogant endullgant feens. One had to be steadfast at all times. Dangers lurked everywhere, everything a trap, everywhere a start of a maze that could easily disorient and make one lost. The information I gained from formal education was flipped upside down. There is no place for it in my Narnia.
By simplicity2 years ago in Fiction
