Microfiction
Meltancholy
Trash is strewn across our driveway where it meets the dirt road. Take-out containers, crumpled paper towels, old banana peels that would more properly be in the compost. The trash can itself lies on its side, its heavy black lid splayed open to reveal a pile of white 20-gallon bags, several of them recklessly torn.
By Aleta Davis2 years ago in Fiction
ThanksGazm
ThanksGazm - Blissful satisfaction from thanksgiving dinner. Marla woke up on the morning of Thanksgiving and her stomach was growling in anticipation for the dinner she was going to at her family’s house. She had a talk with her friend Rudy the day before who told her about something called a “Thanksgazm”which is when you feel an overwhelming bliss from eating a great thanksgiving dinner. Marla was as curious to see if she could have one almost as much as she was hungry for all the great food she knew her mom and grandma cooked.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
Yokonomatopoeia
"Am I the only person on the planet that thinks the Beetles kind of sucked?" Steve asked rather loudly to no one in particular only moments after Sergent Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band had begun to play from the stadium loudspeakers. His opinion did not appear to be widely shared by the large crowd as many had begun to cheer and dance the moment they recognized the tune. They sung along raucously to the well known lyrics, clapping and smilin as they sang. Joe looked at Steve, his face a mixture of disdain and irritation "I doubt you are the only asshole out there who thinks that Steve, but there can't be very many."
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
A Sleepless Medichondriac
Operating on a complicated hernia was such a great learning experience. It had taken 5 long hours but I had not felt them during the surgery. It was afterward that I felt the dryness of my throat and the pain in my legs. I would be having a deep sleep tonight.
By Deepti Thakkar2 years ago in Fiction
jillknife. Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge.
"I'm not going to move on this." The senator was adamant. Her aide sighed, knowing how stubborn she could be about these things. He loved working for her as she was a woman of principle, strong and resolute. But he couldn't help but think of her as a tree in a storm - only the ones who bend survive: the ones with the thickest trunks that are unable to respond to the bullying shove of the wind will not live to fight another day. They become splintered and shafted and rot down to a stump.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Savior Complex
Her eyes scanned him up and down once more. Noticing every tiny detail to his every move. The way his bangs swept back into the hair resting upon the back of his head. The slow movement of his chest as he breathed. His eyes sparkling under the moonlight - almost as if the light of the moon was begging for me to notice. His eyes laid upon my own. His gun pointed towards my chest.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
