Microfiction
Royelien Green
"ROYELIEN GREEN and soilent things cast to mid the histrydien... haught the way and tarry the blew"... I took of the green laid before me and toted them to the waiting chasm set on an outer table near the watch desk. The largest of those keeping watch over our review nodded as I set the muddle into the bucket waiting for another to lift it to its next destination. It was planned to cause the deletion of the sitting administration. It was being taken to the other side of the pond and would be spread across the seats of those assembling in the tomorrow's gathering. It would be their last. This was going to humiliate and diminish the respect for them and their works for the past year.
By Carmen JimersonCross-Safieddine2 years ago in Fiction
Autoinebriation
Autoinebriation - drunkenness caused by ones own euphoria She didn’t need to be intoxicated by the praise of others anymore, not did she need to turn to any substance to fill voids left like black holes in her soul. She was flying to the stars now and her own pride swelled within her like a hot air balloon taking flight alongside her. She felt a dizzying delirium for a moment, like the first time she ever got high. This time, it was her, her own pride and her own overcoming that filled her with an almost goofy giddy stupor. She felt like the bubbles dancing in a champagne glass as she soared through the sky and pierced the atmosphere.
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Fiction
Illubricatoress
Problems plague the lives of great men, perhaps because they are not as great as you would think. Face it, any man who's become exceptionally wealthy probably didn't get there without crossing some lines. What keeps them on top of the world is no different than anyone else. How they respond to their challenges defines their continued success.
By Jason Ray Morton 2 years ago in Fiction
The Frondle Affair
In the verdant sanctuary of the botanical conservatory, Marianne indulged in her ritual of frondling. With delicate fingertips, she grazed the supple leaves of the exotic ferns, tracing the intricate patterns that adorned their emerald surfaces. Each frondle seemed to evoke a response from the plants, a subtle shiver of contentment that whispered through the tranquil air.
By shallon gregerson2 years ago in Fiction
Tangektron
They say your limbic system can rescue your body before the conscious thought of DANGER has even entered your mind. The hairs that stand on end, the sharpness on your skin that is impossible to ignore and forces your head and then your body to turn in the direction it comes from - involuntary, without your input.
By S. C. Almanzar2 years ago in Fiction
