Microfiction
Hack Boy
Yaila deplored this new tendency of his to invade her thoughts. Three times today, she had completely checked out of a real conversation and into an imaginary one with him. He murmured all the right things and looked dazzling doing it. It was ridiculous how many hours she was wasting on daydreams.
By TheSpinstress 3 years ago in Fiction
Intersecting Lines
Two lost lovers meet under the clock at Grand Central Station, the point where x and y come together. The minutes tick by, people pass, trains come and go, but for them, time moves backwards. His smile brings back spring. Her eyes bring back snowy winters. A lost touch, a familiar voice, an unfinished story. The question of what could have been if different choices were made. But tonight, he will get on one train and she on another, headed in opposite directions, as they did years ago, each one, a line, with a definite trajectory, never to intersect again.
By Samantha Parry3 years ago in Fiction
Deserved
Whack! I am guilty, worthless. The cane came down across my seven-year-old ribs, pain ripping through me. I'd given Nanny a cold. I didn't mean to! Mum said I shouldn't hug her, but Nanny said she didn't care. Nanny hugs were the only ones I got. So, yes, I did deserve it, the punches and the kicks. The beating from the bamboo cane. The insults and the pain. Worthlessness again.
By Ruth Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
The Orb
Snow crunched under Aiden’s feet as he struggled ahead. Winter blew in with force months ago, after something had fallen from space. He approached a crater with a shiny orb in its center. The orb appeared to be glowing red, as if it had absorbed the heat from the land. When he approached, the orb shot into the air, then disappeared into the sky. Once it left, there was a noticeable change in the temperature. Aiden, having completed his task, set off back towards his home to share his story and wonder about the orb.
By Eileen Roof3 years ago in Fiction
