Microfiction
Oak Tree's Valmory: A Safe Haven for Dog and A Man
Occasional soft breeze stroked the leaves of an old English oak. A skinny young man lay deep in sleep against its trunk. Trails of dried sweat had drawn a map of dreams on his dusty, flat tummy. A thin path of saliva travelled from his half-open, smiling lips. Sometimes, a ray of sunshine escaped the foliage and touched his cheek, suddenly causing the drool bubbles to reflect the entire world around him.
By Jussi Luukkonen2 years ago in Fiction
Storydropping
“I wish you wouldn’t do that here. Can we please just get one moment together?” Alana regrettably hit the table with her fist. It was hard to silently yell in a crowded restaurant, but Thomas was gone. Her husband said he’d stay focused on her tonight, but that quickly felt like a lie.
By Alexis Dean Jr.2 years ago in Fiction
A session on the psychiatrist's couch
This story is part of the Vocal + Assist on Facebook Unreliable Narrator Challenge. You can learn more about it here: Hi Doc. Nice to meet you. I'm Lobo Weir. Thank you for squeezing me in so late. I would have preferred an earlier appointment but no matter. We've probably got enough time to complete the session before I have to leave.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
When Guyitis Strikes
Melanie glared at Tod from the passenger seat as he weaved left then punched the gas attempting to pass a slower moving vehicle. Though she very much wanted to scream, instead she grit her teeth, and managed to keep her voice calm as she spoke "Tod, we have to get off at the next exit, why are you passing this idiot now? You are not going to make it around him before the turn off and we are going to miss it. Don't add twenty minutes to our drive just because you got a bad case of guyitis on the highway." She paused briefly for effect, expecting some sort of verbal retort from Tod. Instead he remained silent, and pressed the pedal all the way to the floor. The force of the acceleration pushed Melanie back in her seat, and reflexively she grabbed tight onto the door handle. Irritation was obvious in her voice as she continued. "Why do guys always have to pull this shit when driving? They just cannot stand to be behind a slower driver. Thirty seconds and we would have been to our exit. But no, you had to pass some fool at the last minute because why? Because guyitis that's why." As she spoke Tod had managed to make the rapidly approaching exit, with only a few feet of clearance to spare. He smiled and laughed in relief then said quietly "There is no such thing as guyitis, and we made it didn't we?"
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
Ashley-izm
Ashleyizm - the art of being extremely lazy after hanging around my best friend Ashley. So me and my best friend Ashley are Yin and Yang. I’m extremely active and she is extremely lazy. Because we hang together so much our way’s often rub off on one another. In her case she catches “Joe-ism”, which comes from her being around me too much, but never in a million years did I think I’d catch her Ashleyizm.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
Shaftized
Shaftized - A euphoric infatuation with the genre of Blaxploitation in film that develops after watching the film Shaft. I was Shaftized as a baby so I really don’t remember how it felt at first, but I do know how it has felt ever since. The story of the 1971 movie Shaft is centered around an African American private detective named John Shaft, portrayed by Richard Roundtree, who was hired by a New York gangster to rescue his daughter from the clutches of the Italian mafia. Along the way Shaft battles the relations of racial and social issues that plague the Black community.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
