Microfiction
The Reflection in the Creek
Stephanie decided to go fishing at Bailey’s Bend on Upshaw Creek, even though everyone always said to avoid Bailey’s Bend. The rumor mill had it that this area of Upshaw Creek was cursed. Some said that many an unfortunate fisherman had come up missing after fishing an afternoon here.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
"Unveiling the Magic of Love: A Journey Through the Depths of the Heart"
Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills, there lived a young woman named Racheal . She had always been captivated by the idea of love, believing in its transformative power and the deep connections it could create between people. Little did she know that her own journey through the depths of the heart was about to unfold.
By Silas Racheal 2 years ago in Fiction
The Girl. Content Warning.
She is standing there, in the abyss, speechless, staring at Rebecca. As Rebecca walks up to her, she whispers, "Who are you?" to the ghostly girl. "You already know me... I'm Erin," She says, obviously angry and annoyed at Rebecca for not knowing her name. Rebecca becomes scared, backing up slowly, not looking away from Erin. Erin's grin becomes mischievous, causing a great amount of anxiety in Rebecca. The fear is noticeable and Erin takes advantage of it. All of a sudden, Rebecca sees Erin's knife in front of her.
By Rene Peters2 years ago in Fiction
SANDS OF TIME
The Trailing Train 🚂 hooted and it was laboring along endlessly. It was on a prolonged run moving across many cascading turns. Everything was ensuing itself into this unwinding path of no returns. Needless to say, in all this, the tracks were also abruptly vanishing, and vaguely—the sensation was a total gooey amalgam. It was no illusion. The quasi in such a context was noticeable. But, in some connected sense, history was leading into a personage of ghastliest lineament.
By Madhu Goteti 2 years ago in Fiction
Nature Nurture
I brake. A pack of greyish brown kittens scamper across the tar and up my neighbor’s concrete drive, batting crisp leaves with extra large forepaws. Cute. I quiver. Kindof …supersized. Black marks like claw swipes fan from black triangular noses. Enchantment stills my breath. To the west lay snow peaked mountains, to the south and east, elegant, custom houses. My heart rumtums a spiritual drum. Civilized skyscrapers rise above the plains half hour northwest. My window whirrs, cool air swirls. Intelligent, golden eyes turn, latch on mine. For one stunned second, I am seen, considered, dismissed by an adolescent bobcat.
By Barbara Steinhauser 2 years ago in Fiction
