Microfiction
That One
"Why that one?" asked the Memory Master looking up from the birdbath-like basin. William Gains noted his sexless nudity, a shining light of radiance like a burning star. This new form was pain free, weightless, and the shape ever changing according to his feelings. The clouds at his feet felt like freshly moved dirt; soft and fluffy. He could feel no heartbeat nor felt the need to take a single breath. He was given temporary access to all his mortal life's memories, an access which would soon become finite.
By Earl Carrière2 years ago in Fiction
Scattwalk
Jumping through perpendicular heights. On the orange pyramids of Leigh High. Street. Always with one leg spread out. Arranged opposite. Bombed-out. Destinations scattered, each direction matters. Polarised steps. Entropy change. When running or crawling before or after. Fishing or swimming, drinking or drowning? The socks get soaked in the sand. You need to get used to the tingling sensation in your feet. Legs coated with purple welts. Pervading, perpetrating, protruding plague. Medusa stings. Defeminised mimosas due to prevailing winds. Balancing succulent, scrutinised, right words. It was never easy to hang high hopes on high ropes.
By Moon Desert2 years ago in Fiction
A love Born Fate
Amelia had always been a firm believer in fate. She had a feeling that her life's course was charted by something beyond her control, guiding her toward the destined moments and people. Little did she know that one sunny afternoon, while standing in line at a bustling coffee shop, her belief in fate would be reaffirmed in the most magical way.
By HABIBA OMARI2 years ago in Fiction
Lovelexic
Tika sighed, staring out the window at the open field beside her office. She was thinking about her daughter who was having some trouble in school. Brielle was infatuated with a boy in her class and insisted he was in love with her every time she spoke to Tika about him. It was easy to tell she was obsessed, but Tika had witnessed their interactions and couldn't say the same for this boy.
By Evella Grey2 years ago in Fiction
Sleuthtective
Any moment I look out the windows at the neighbors and wonder what they are up to, being a sleuthtective. Why did they not get their mail today? How come they did not go onto their morning walk? Let's check their Facebook account to see if it is because they are on vacation. No social media? Who doesn't at least have a Facebook?
By Seashell Harpspring 2 years ago in Fiction
Afrodavit
Heretofore and evermore, today in front, behind, sideways and every which way to the whole wide world, I make my afrodavit. It is an unwritten statement voluntarily made by an affiant or deponent under an oath or affirmation which is administered by a person who is authorized to do so by nobody but her/himself.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
Automonecsis
“Automonecsis.” The teacher stood in front of the chalkboard with the word spelled out in large letters. “Is a disease that can infect any living thing, from plants to people. It is a self-generating, self-propelling death to the cells and it is, so far, one of the most difficult diseases to cure.” He turned to face the class he was teaching and pointed at a girl who didn’t seem to be paying attention.
By A.E. Falls2 years ago in Fiction
