Microfiction
Meowcholalia
Aurora placed the saucer on the tiled kitchen floor. The saucer was full of kitten food. She had found the tiny ginger kitten in the parking lot of her apartment complex the previous afternoon. He had had no collar and none of the neighbors claimed him.
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Fiction
Amvicious
A dark-haired beauty in a shiny designer gown saunters into the ballroom, flanked by a man on each arm. Camera flashes sparkle like the diamonds around her neck, but her smile outshines them all. Lesser people stare in awe as she passes, shouting her name, clamoring for autographs. She turns up her nose at them. She’s better than them, wealthier, famous.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland2 years ago in Fiction
Stepprehension. Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge.
It's the middle of the night, but for you, time is frozen. Your midnight snack run downstairs isn't uncommon, but your current situation certainly is. Your stomach is no longer concerned with tangible things like leftover pizza and fries, and it instead contemplating the very concept of gravity itself as it drops, seemingly far beneath the floor.
By Stephen Walasavage2 years ago in Fiction
Alzchuism [alls-choo-is-em]
The mind can perform miraculous feats in a short amount of time. It’s the simple things that baffles scientist, prompting extensive research. Most of which are a waste of taxpayers' money. There is no solution to certain mental processes. In layman's terms, it is what it is.
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
The Obstultancy of Unearned Wealth. Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge.
Standing porcine at the Soho gallery’s opening night, Burton was free with his opinions. Although he knew little about art. And had never heard of this season’s fresh, must-see talent. He was a heavy man, marked with a drunk’s rosacea. When he talked, which was most of the time, he droned with monotonic, unintelligent certainty - sucking the light out of the r00m like a mindless black hole.
By Pitt Griffin2 years ago in Fiction
Oblighaustion
Jamie drags herself out of bed as the alarm clock buzzes. It feels like she just closed her eyes, and it’s already morning! Like a mindless zombie, she stumbles into the kitchen for breakfast. What’s the quickest? Coffee and cereal like always. Breakfast is cold and bland as she wolfs it down, never savoring, never tasting.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland2 years ago in Fiction
Insatisitirepistemania (noun)
I’m a writer. I paint landscapes of worlds unseen on blank pages, with finite words and insufficient punctuation. I break chains of complacency. I push boundaries to wreak havoc on monotony. I burn bridges and invent new structures to carry and connect us. I build houses for new language to dwell. And I throttle diction beyond sight, into oblivion. It’s intoxicating, yet daunting. What if words to articulate the inexplicable never emerge in me?
By Jennifer David2 years ago in Fiction
A Wofflessgilipollas By Any Other Name… Is Still A Wofflessgilipollas . Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge.
He wasn’t bad to look at if you oozed boredom like Mrs. J. Sanchez did most weekdays. As gardeners went, Joaquin’s rates were modest, $18.95/hr. He worked speedily, so his clientele throughout Altamonte Springs, Orlando flourished. Retirement villages mostly, but a few homeowners like Mrs. S with service needs, channeling their aburrimiento (boredom) into pristine gardens.
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Fiction
Repitrage. Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge.
Another test. I won't be the one taking the test and even so the prospect is exhausting. I scan the questions. Seriously, who writes these? And question three! None of those multiple choice options are even correct! Oh, there’s a note from the department chair:
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Fiction
