Microfiction
Rat Race
Enticed by a heavenly odor I followed my nose. Praying to find some food for my poor hungry pups. There, on the high place, a round shape emitting the most delicious smell. Nostrils twitching, whiskers doing a little dance, I clambered up. Peering around fearfully, suspiciously, I checked that the giant two-leg creature was not in sight. Stealthily, on little padded feet, I approached.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
From the Thief to His Daughter. Runner-Up in Micro Heist Challenge.
Dear Isabel, Here's a lie about thieving. You’ve probably heard it before. A man in a suit wants to hang the Mona Lisa on the bare wall of his mansion. So he pulls together his closest friends, and they wine and dine their way into the museum; and elegantly—oh so elegantly—they lift the Mona Lisa from the exhibit. It sits in the mansion for the rest of its cold, still life, surrounded by chandeliers and gold leaf.
By Emma Gardner3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Enchanted Grove
Whispers from the Woods": Unraveling the Enigma of an Ancient Forest Introduction In a small town nestled amid an enchanting landscape, an ancient forest looms, exuding an air of mystery and intrigue. This wooded realm holds secrets and whispers that captivate the imagination of a curious group of friends. As eerie occurrences befall the town and its inhabitants, a quest ensues to uncover the hidden truths of the forest and shield the community from an age-old curse. Join us on an enthralling journey as we dive into the enigma of the ancient forest and the captivating tale it holds.
By Munazir Ansari 3 years ago in Fiction
Non Ennui
Below is actually a micro fiction story. I hope you enjoy it. *********************************** I spotted him just as he saw me. His badge was on prominent display. His weapon, thankfully, still holstered. "Stop or I'll shoot!" he yelled from across the street. My heart jumped into my throat. The evidence was right there in my hand. Quickly, I darted around the corner into the alleyway. If I was caught here my life would be over.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
Rough Cut Jewels
In my hands, I hold a vessel with no lid, and no way to entrap its contents. I squint my eyes, peering into it's shadowed depths. Inside I see a glint, a hint of something... almost a glow. As my eyes adjust to the dark, I can see two shapes. Golden-hued, seemingly lit from within. They are not sparking or shiny. They are not clear or clean. They are rough. The gems have chipped edges, sharp corners and are covered in layers of muck. It's so hard to see their amber-colored beauty that illuminates from within.
By Feral R. Wilder3 years ago in Fiction
