Microfiction
WillyNillyness
Do you know people who, when in a leadership position, fit the description in my sub-title? I certainly do and although I like most of them, I simply canNOT work with them! One of my pet peeves is having someone in a leadership position who simply leads by WillyNillyness. Could I be describing your boss?
By Rick Beneteau2 years ago in Fiction
Moronageddon
One only has to think about how people - greedy, narcissistic, powerful people - have put this planet and humankind itself on a collision course with annihilation - while - the rest of us, aware of the deadly ramifications of, say, just climate change, napped until the very last moment to attempt to repair what is mostly irreparable damage, in order to begin to grasp the immensity of the word, Moronageddon.
By Rick Beneteau2 years ago in Fiction
Hallowfiend
Hallofiend - a person who is addicted to Halloween. Michael is an 11 year old boy known by those around him as the Hallofiend. The people in his life call him this with the belief that he is addicted to Halloween. Whenever the summer ends and Halloween season approaches, Michael just cannot contain himself. Michael himself was in extreme denial about himself until the morning of September 20th when his favorite stores in the area had not yet started putting up their Halloween decorations.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
Loud Silence
Divya and Anand lived as a couple, their marriage of twelve years cloaked in an unspoken and regretful sadness that hung in the air like a heavy fog. They had shared the same four walls, yet silence between them was louder than any argument they had ever had. The once-happy Hindu couple found themselves in the hollow depths of an unhappy and unfulfilling marriage. They were bound together by societal norms, but the embers of their fierce love had long faded into a mournful silence.
By Sidra Anjum2 years ago in Fiction
Fluggard
Ivy was never the most smooth when it came to interactions with people. But there was one day in particular, she would never forget. It's her first year of college and she starts meeting new friends. Her, and her bestie Anne, enjoy playing basketball, and that's where Ivy meets Tyler for the first time. She's immediately attracted. She ends up on his team, someone passes her the ball and Tyler begins to swarm around her, protecting her and the ball. He begins encouraging her to shoot the ball, she blushes. It's a tough shot, but she shoots, and she scores! Tyler shows so much excitement toward her, cheering her on, she loves it. She spends the next several hours talking to Anne about him, ends up two seats away from him in class, and ends her day outside on the steps of her dorm with Anne. They had went to the store earlier to grab some sweets after the game, so Ivy was munching on a Mr. Goodbar when Tyler walks by smiling and says "Hey, what's up?" And that's when Ivy's brain fluggard, and she responded "Hunk of chocolate?" She turned a deep red realizing she just said the word hunk. "I meant chunk of chocolate..." Tyler chuckles, blushing a little himself, and kindly accepts.
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Endomerimnasturm
It's especially strong at night, the squall within her head turning sleep into a faraway island, impossible to reach through the arcing, crashing waves. The hours stretch out, out to an untouchable horizon, darkness and nothingness and no one else left living in the world but her. And then suddenly the light between the curtains is pale lavender and orange and she has slept, somehow – and instantly it's back, floodwater lapping her chin: something's wrong. Before she is even half-awake, before she can formulate a clear thought, there is simply the wordless, shapeless sense: something bad is going to happen. You're failing. You're sinking.
By Rose Esposito2 years ago in Fiction
