Microfiction
Post Storm Dinner
As part of James & Oneg’s Summer Writing Challenge Extravaganza, we present to you the Tag You’re It! Challenge. Pick a Vocal community and tag/nominate another writer to write a poem or 100-word micro fic about it BUT you only have 15 minutes to write! I was tagged with the FAMILIES community by Cathy holmes.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Fiction
Beyond Imagination: Real-Life Stories You Won't Believe
hmm, just one day without sleep reduces your reaction speed, weakens your analytical skills, and causes stress after three days without sleep a person can feel irritable and their cognitive abilities decrease a week without sleep can result in serious problems with your entire body.
By Muhammad Asim2 years ago in Fiction
The Winds Carry Whispers
At the beginning of all things, there was chaos and there was order. Each fought for control and dominance, leaving nothing but a void in the wake of their conflict. In the current measure of time, eons passed with nothing but that roiling conflict until the two forces created themselves into something more. The entities ceased their warring to strategize anew, but found that when there was balance, there was also creation and growth. This ceasefire resulted in the creation of the world.
By Josh Kearns2 years ago in Fiction
The Banished Cock
Once upon a time, the Cock was one of the most feared wild animals on earth. Many animals including the lions and elephants were afraid of him. I know you will want to know why the Hen was feared. The Cock was feared by other animals because they believed that any animal who is capable of carrying flames of fire on his head deserves to be feared. For that reason, the cock was crowned the king of the woods and he ruled other bigger animals including the Lions, Tigres , serpents and others. A season came in the history of the animal kingdom that cold became intolerable. It almost rained every single day and the sun showed no sign of existence. The forest lost its pride and the animal had no social freedom. They rolled from freezing to frozen and their skin turned white at pace . One day, the animals decided to have a secret meeting that excluded the presence of their king "Cock" . In the meeting , it was agreed that the bravest among them ( Lions and Tortoise) embark on a journey to get flame from the burnings on cock's head. The tortoise was chosen because of his tricky skill and the other animals believed that with that skill he would bravely come back with the flame to save their lives while the Lion was chosen because of his strength and the animals also believed that with his strength he would get a flame to save their lives. It was indeed a very ugly day for the cock as he was sleeping at his home. The Lion and tortoise invaded his home and made several attempts to get a flame from the fire on his head. Several attempts to succeed with their mission seemed abortive that the Lion became so angry and went in against the Cock. The lion then bravely and angrily held the comb but was not consumed by the flame. Then, the Lion and the tortoise took Cock to the forest square where he was trialed and banished from the forest. The Cock then decided to go on exile and he was caught by humans who took him as a home animal and kept him hostage. From that day till this day, the cock and his generation has always remained a domestic animal.
By Prince Elijah2 years ago in Fiction
The Birth of Lemon
_________________________🍋________________________ Upon the loftiest hillock of an enchanted forest, flourished a tree with an aroma so divine that other flora seethed with envy, and creatures from every nook and cranny of the realm paid homage to savour its essence - it exuded the scent of summertide and yore, of ocean's caress and mirthful cheer. Though the sapling was still youthful and had not yet borne its fruit, the redolence had grown so potent that even its leaves were imbued with the fragrance. Day after day the odour intensified, wafting far and wide, compelling even those critters unaccustomed to wanderlust to embark on a sacred pilgrimage. When all had gathered atop the mound, the perfumed shrub gifted the world with its inaugural fruit. It glimmered with a golden brilliance, a hue so ethereal that naught like it had ever been beheld. In a sudden epiphany, the paradise songbird christened it... "lemon", for to him it bore resemblance with another fruit, the melon, and thus he settled on borrowing its idiom and simply unscrambling its letters to baptize the superior specimen. Enthralled by its beauty, the woodland denizens pondered the genesis of this celestial fruit and its radiant chroma. Its heady aroma evoked what they always weened yellow would smell, and upon nibbling fragments of its zest, they reckon that is the taste of yellow itself. They sought to unearth its origin, eager to replicate its creation, and luxuriate in its fragrance and colour, ere the winter came to desiccate all fruits.
By Edoardo Segato-Figueroa2 years ago in Fiction
The Celestial Reunion
Long ago, in a realm beyond the boundaries of human perception, existed a wondrous city known as Astraloria. This city was home to celestial beings of extraordinary power and knowledge. Among them, two great entities stood out - Aurora, the radiant spirit of light, and Zephyr, the gentle and caring guardian of the skies.
By Olayemi Evelyn Oyebade2 years ago in Fiction
Why ears exist on heads.
Long ago, there was more equality between men and the other beasts. All beasts were trying to make their way in the world. There would be squabbles and tiffs, but it all worked out. No creature dominated the other.There was a symbiotic relationships between all of them.
By Neil Marathe2 years ago in Fiction
Harlan Wolf: The Boy of Winter Town
Harlan Wolf: The Boy of Winter-Town Winter Festivities: The Intro— Sadie Jane was typed in a cruel winter’s shadow at birth, pegged in a cold, stark autumnal hue. Her name faired quite the opposite, hailing from a long line of terse lips and stiff, crinoline dresses. Sadie Jane was everything one imagined when they thought of childhood—a free-spirited young woman with not a care in the world.
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Fiction
