Microfiction
The Lunch Debt
Mom puts her tips in the coffee can after work and it's usually enough to cover my school lunch. All I could find for dinner was a pack of saltine crackers. I ate them one by one in front of the TV. Mom got mad because she says she is saving those for soup. What soup? She's always mad because she’s always tired.
By Leslie Writes3 years ago in Fiction
As the Sun Slips Below the Horizon
Every day, we held our breath as the sun slipped below the horizon, convinced magic vanished with its dying light. Shadows gathered, colors faded, and we yearned for the dawn. But one lonely night, we peered into the darkness. To our astonishment, the stars twinkled like floating landscapes, we weaved tales of the dancing figures alit in the velvet sky. Fireflies danced in ethereal unison, casting a soft glow upon the whispers of the night calling birds serenading our souls. We discovered even in the depths of darkness you can find a twinkling magic that equals daylight's brilliance.
By Randy Dannenfelser3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Waltz: When Joyful Rhythms Brought the World Together
In a quaint village, an ordinary street musician began playing a lively tune. Melodious notes filled the air creating a delightful transformation. People's feet started tapping, hips swayed, and laughter erupted.
By Digital Business Market (DigiBizMart)3 years ago in Fiction
A Tingle in Time
The night is alive and full of promise. I walk toward the quay and the crowds. Something will happen tonight that will pull my life toward its destiny. With a sense of destiny, feeling the tingle of the chill breeze, I watch the people stroll past, knowing they are part of this special moment. My aunt had schizophrenia, does it feel like this? She often came to our door at 3am with 'messages'. Am I her? I should go home until this feeling goes away. On the way, just in case, I keep my eyes open for anyone special.
By Scott Christenson🌴3 years ago in Fiction
