Microfiction

A Pheasant for Your Thoughts
Mira made her first crepe paper flower when she was three and needed a distraction from the atrocities of life. Her aunt gave her, along with a pitying look, the seemingly sound advice to go find some healing in the beauty of the flowers. Mira headed toward the gardens, but stopped short in the doorway when she realized no flowers would be there after what happened. Before she turned away to go make her own crinkled version, she glimpsed a single pheasant standing in the barren plot.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Fiction
Deceiving Looks
"Are you okay?" his secretary asked. "Um, yeah. I'm amazing," he said. "Well, you sounded like you were dying." "No, the opposite of that. I never felt more alive."
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Fiction
Suspension
”Do you know why you’re in this office, Miss Smith?” Susie Smith shrugged, not bothering to hide an unrepentant grin. “Was it egging the Principal’s car, or TPing the classroom?”
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
All the Worlds... and a Stage
"I shall watch thee perish at the Bay of Ephesus. No marks were levied for Thy ransom. Penalty by law, condemns thee to death by-"
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Fiction
The Jersey Devil
So the story goes: the Leed's woman gives birth to her unwanted 13th child, cursing it to be a devil. The night of its birth, it transforms: head of a horse, wings of a bat, and the terrible spade tail of a devil...
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)3 years ago in Fiction
The Wingless Snowbird
The leaves will all take flight and flutter to the earth. Vibrancy will fade to muted grey, the silent hush to dampen sun-soaked days. The bears will hide, the roses will die, as the grass gives way to decay. The snowbirds will fly away, on to better things.
By PS Luvell3 years ago in Fiction
The line
“How’d you end up here?” “My owner left the grapes out, you?” “I slipped on a sock in the bathroom and hit my head on the toilet seat. I can just imagine what my wife is saying to all of our friends.” They both turn to me. “How about you?”
By PS Luvell3 years ago in Fiction
Red Ribbons
Silken strands slip through my fingertips, raven threads sliding across ivory skin. “You are almost done.” I whisper in her ear.
By PS Luvell3 years ago in Fiction
Book Adaptation
The publishing company finally agree to my unique terms. The contract they sign lets me keep 100% ownership of my new book. A memoir about my extravagant captivating life as an author who never reads. We began filming my successful writing career for the first ever reality TV type motion picture. This inspirational influential biopic had no dialog to ensure an incredible movie to graphic novel adaptation. With several film stills in between chapters + empty pages. Giving the readers freedom to tell my story in their own creative literary works because deep down we all want to express ourselves.
By Jose Elias3 years ago in Fiction
Among the Sighs of the Trees. Top Story - May 2023.
Silent, still; at completely full draw--I find her tucked in the brambles. Wild, bushy-tailed; aglow with ineptness--she grazes the lush, green grass.
By Gina C.3 years ago in Fiction
Love all Monsters
As I stand on my porch and gaze into the darkness of the swamp, it's as if I'm in a trance like state. The sounds that echo throughout the swamp are almost calling out to me.
By Joanna Blaze3 years ago in Fiction
The Girl I Saw Crying on the Train
I wanted to say something to her. She seemed so alone and weak. I wanted to tell her that it would be okay. That she's not alone.
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Fiction