Microfiction
Canaticulous
For the meaning of the word "canaticulous," please see one Kyle Raynor of Wheitah, Indiana. After listening to covers of eighties hits played on ukuleles and recorded in rooms with poor acoustics, Kyle starts his shift as a sales clerk at Nature’s Bounty Market. Not that he works, so much as talks about how any given modern film pales in comparison to old films he had never actually seen.
By Kera Hildebrandt2 years ago in Fiction
Harvesance
Art: Brian Keith McMurray Summer-sting, she calls it, when sweat seeps into her eyes. She hates it more than barbecues, which are overrun with flies. The heat haze over searing roads she truly hates the most, for it portends the height of summer, wherein she’ll stick and roast. Beads of perspiration exude from every pore, and with the buzzing gnats around her, she often went to war.
By Brian Keith McMurray2 years ago in Fiction
Why must people be so Litefractious? OR Keeping priorities straight
'I'm throwing a good-bye party for Anna. Just eight of us one meat entree one vegetarian.' "Can't. Jan's gluten free. Libbie's paleo plant based. Mark is New South Beach. Minimum six different entrees for the 8 guests."
By Paul A. Merkley2 years ago in Fiction
Vicarishame - 2
This story has been written from a female student's perspective. I'm taking this cool film class, like really cool, where we watch a lot of movies from all over the world and talk about them. I really love the professor, because he is young and cool. I'm learning, like, a lot.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction
Sparkeeznort
Once, during a cozy gathering with friends, we shared stories, jokes, and sparkling drinks. It was a night filled with laughter and joy. As I took a sip of my fizzy beverage, one of my friends cracked a hilarious joke that sent us all into fits of laughter. It was the kind of laughter that bursts out unexpectedly, and the timing couldn't have been worse.
By Haris Hadzic2 years ago in Fiction
Mourningreed. Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge.
It couldn’t be said he wasn’t cold yet. Indeed, the morgue kept him chilled, but draped in colorful Indian quilts, a vibrant dichotomy that belied the stillness of him. My breath shuttered. We had shared a milkshake just the evening before. We both knew his journey was coming to a close. But you’re never prepared. My soul leaked, watering my vision. I took two steps and kissed him one last time on the forehead. Godspeed thy journey, father. The hardest part here is over.
By Catherine Brooks2 years ago in Fiction
Primanostogust
It was still there. Sandy’s Ice Cream Shack, boasting its eight flavors, stood to the right of the five waterslides that cascaded down to kidney-shaped pools below. The water slide park and Sandy’s had opened in the early nineties and still appeared to be going strong. How a water slide park thrived when the entire Atlantic Ocean thrashed and waved behind it was a mystery.
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Fiction
The Murphication of a Purple Man
Let me enlighten you on the precariousness of the situation I’ve found myself in. There was an industrial accident at my job. It caused me to lose my right eye. On top of that, since I was blamed for the accident, I lost my job as well. It gets worse.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
Autoalgia
Shona had hoped, when she stepped onto the now cool sand, backed by blackness and the shushing waves, to walk off the indigestion laying across her belly like an over zealous bra. It had been a good meal, but too oily and too late and though she longed for sleep, she knew she would not be laying down anytime soon. Not least because that hotel bed was making her back twinge and her sciatica flare.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Fiction
Felincense. Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge.
It has been said that cats offer protection in the spiritual realm. I think of this as I search one last time for my cat Jaya, who’s been lost for 28 days. My lip is chewed raw, as I try not to think about moving to a new home abroad without him.
By Kali Mailhot2 years ago in Fiction
