Microfiction
Courage In The Time Of Harmattan
You were eight years old the first time your knuckles bled from hitting someone. Your father had always pulled you aside with a stern face, to caution you that a boy should never let anyone push him over. So, you had no other choice that evening Chike tried to snatch the fruit your well thrown stone had brought down.
By Ugochukwu Udorji2 years ago in Fiction
A Beautiful Thing
It has it all! The design incorporates sleek aerodynamic lines. The smoothly crafted body includes functional air scoops that feed a ravenous ram-induction power-plant. Fit and finish are flawless down to the micro millimeter. The interior, constructed of soft Corinthian Leather and brushed chrome, radiates luxury. However, there is no doubt in the observer’s mind that functionality has value over all else. Completing the package is a seven-speed, paddle-shift transmission, wide road hugging run-flat tires, and adaptive suspension.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
The Slayer Chronicles
Journal Entry - September 14, 2023 Early morning light shimmered off the liquid surface of the swimming pool. I observed the taupe bottom as the stream of air bubbles escaped my wife, Lara’s body. My yearlong battle had come down to this moment. The cause of her defeat was greed and the love of gold. Rays of direct sunlight beamed through the gaps in the pine trees nearby and inched toward the calm waters. Weighted in gold chains, her eyes bulged, and her mouth gaped with silent screams at her plight. Thrashing to and fro, she sought to free herself, but I had done my job well. The gold lock binding her chains held.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
Love Beyond The Wheel
A mix of flavors danced in Zuri's kitchen, each ingredient meticulously placed for his beloved chicken pilaf. He insisted that it was a masterpiece, every bite a testament to her affection. The dining table bore a precious gift from her mother - a white tablecloth adorned with embroidered blooms in pink, purple, and yellow. Her mother had gifted it to her, explaining that a beautifully set table had a magnetic allure to people. She had also constantly drilled in her that “the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. Anticipating a magical evening, she wished for her culinary creation and the tablecloth to set the enchanting stage she had dreamed of.
By Caroline Kamau2 years ago in Fiction
A Good Day to Be an Ant
There was a thrill in the air, a palpable sensation of imminent discovery that sent a ripple of excitement down Antoinette's antennae. For an ant, she was a seasoned forager, a veteran who'd faced the perils of the world above ground, the terrain vast and fraught with challenges from her diminutive perspective.
By Cody Segraves2 years ago in Fiction
Thorn's Last Stand
The white dragon swooped down to the cave etched into the mountain. As he landed on the ledge, his body disappeared, replaced by the figure of a young man with scaly white wings. He approached the pedestal in the center of the cave, opening the satchel hanging from his shoulder and taking out an onyx egg.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Fiction
Family Gathering. Content Warning.
Jon was driving to take his kids to see their mom and his parents. His mother had invited them over for dinner tonight and said she had a big announcement to make to the whole family and wanted him to come, too. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be going.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
My Daughter Was Expelled From School
My daughter was expelled from school today. And, I’m furious! Now. Before I mention what she did, I’d like to argue that expulsion is an outdated and outrageous method for teaching a student a lesson. It’s not rehabilitating. It’s a form of outcasting and getting rid of problems, rather than using a community’s resources extensively to heal. If school is supposed to be substantially more advanced than it was when I was a child, then why are we still expelling students when it’s 2059!? But, since my daughter’s teacher Mr. Anderson Internet is a monotone, over analyzing, skinless, and emotionless know it all I don’t believe they were programmed to agree with my stance.
By Alexis Dean Jr.2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers into Madness . Content Warning.
The morning sun streamed through my bedroom window, yet its warm glow brought little comfort. Another sleepless night had left my mind clouded as I stared blankly at the ceiling. I knew what waited for me beyond these walls—the piercing stares, hushed whispers that followed wherever I walked. Like ghosts they haunted me, echoing fragments of conversations I wasn't meant to hear.
By Atugwu Racheal2 years ago in Fiction
