Microfiction

Rouxpalm
Stir. Stir… Keep stirring… How long’s it been? Forty minutes? An hour? I look at my watch, the timer reads in large digital numbers, 12:48.
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Karenized
Meaningless words enter Chandra’s ears; they have nothing to do with the movie she's watching. She quickly remembers the one thing she hates about sharing a theater with others. She tries her very best to concentrate on the intended dialogue...
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
Apolobtuse
{Episode opens as the camera pans across a shadowy living room and focuses on a hand reaching for ☕️ as its owner thumbs their 📱 to life, clicking on the Vocal bookmark as the screen lights up.}
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Fiction
Shackabomble
Stephanie hurdled into the cinema. "My brother was in a car accident. He was driving and a meth head ran him off the road but the police thought it was his fault and he was arrested. Luckily someone saw the other driver smoking a pipe earlier and they let Jacob go." Everyone else in the group huddled around Stephanie, hugging and consoling her. Everyone except myself and Ricky. 10 years I'd been hearing her bullshit stories. She didn't even have a brother called Jacob. I'd lost count of how many siblings she'd invented over the years. 12 by my count. In a three bedroom house where her grandmother also lived (actually - not by her delusional mind). I was fucking done. All of these lies designed to make people feel sorry for her middle class life with a father, grandmother and actual brother who loved her. "Shackabomble," I said, quietly at first. Everyone stopped talking. "What?" Stephanie said uncertainly. "Shackabomble. Shackabomble. SHACKABOMBLE." I got progressively louder with each Shackabomble. She could see the anger in my eyes as I advanced upon her, sending our friends scattering. She stepped back with each of my steps. "Shackabomble, bitch," I demanded. "Okay," she conceded. "Dad had to drop Eugene [her actual brother] at soccer practice." Everyone stared between us. The power had shifted. Finally someone had called her out. Ricky, a family friend of Stephanie's who also knew the truth, grinned at me. At last. Someone had called her out. Check mate, fucker.
By Renessa Norton2 years ago in Fiction
The Fluffonia
As Emily snuggled under her warm, fuzzy blanket on a chilly Sunday morning, she entered a realm of pure Fluffonia. With her favorite novel in one hand and a steaming cup of tea in the other, she had created the perfect cocoon of comfort. The world outside ceased to exist as she nestled deeper into her haven of warmth and softness.
By Haris Hadzic2 years ago in Fiction
m o r t a l is t (n.)
They had all accepted disease, decay and death as if they were part of life. The epidemic on earth was so prevalent that it has become known as normal to expect loved ones to become ill and eventually die.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Fiction
Privateeyeism
Listen to the audio version on Spotify (starts at 1:01): (Available on all major platforms—full list) *** On my third cigar of the morning, the job came in. This city moved in strange ways.
By Stephen A. Roddewig2 years ago in Fiction
Smile
This story is part of the Vocal + Assist on Facebook Unreliable Narrator Challenge. You can learn more about it here: ====================================================
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Occupying A Wicky-Wacky World
This week has been the wackiest one yet. The year is 2054 and I have been on a funhouse mirror, sprint, roller coaster, dungeon drop ride. First of all, the damn Queen of England den died and her own people on the news, slandering her. That’s wild. Weren’t there once days when people got thrown in the guillotine for things like that? Our people have more questions than we have answers. The first of which is: wtf is going on?
By Ariel Celeste2 years ago in Fiction
möbkärmässigt
John's obsession with Ikea furniture knew no bounds. Every weekend, he'd lose himself in the labyrinth of showrooms, imagining his home transformed into a Scandinavian wonderland.
By Billie Whyte2 years ago in Fiction
Narfuckled
"I'd like to hit him, POW, right in the kisser" the first thought she had, when they met in line for the pisser Arrogant and pushy, not the least bit repentant
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction
The Femme Infiltration
In the world of covert operations, there was a place shrouded in secrecy, known only as The Emerald Enclave. It was a heavily guarded location, cloaked in layers of mystery, and home to some of the world's most classified secrets. Female officers in sleek green leather uniforms patrolled its perimeter, their vigilance unmatched. Inside lay an enigma, one that the intelligence agencies had long sought to unravel.
By ME Gusta2 years ago in Fiction