Microfiction
Red River
I watched as the factory poured its chemicals and garbage into the river, turning it red. It made it look like the river bled. They didn’t care that an entire community depended on this water to drink, buy filters they said. The best filters in the world couldn’t fix this water. Import water, they said. That was expensive and most couldn’t afford that. The animals were dying too, so we organized a protest. We stood outside, and while some of us cried, the rest of us stopped anyone from entering until they shut the factory down. This is our town.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Symphony
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city. In the heart of the metropolis stood an old theater, its grandeur faded with time. The marquee displayed the words "The Forgotten Symphony" in worn-out letters, barely catching the attention of passersby.
By Lawrence Mireku Adu3 years ago in Fiction
Around the Table
At the head of the table was CEO Zach Trilby. Around the table were the COO, CTO, CFO, and other members of the C-Suite. “Now, we’re being challenged by unreliable, unsustainable energy sources. What we have to do is show how fossil fuels make up the majority of what the empowered world is.”
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
High Powered
It took too long. The blade being replaced on the wind turbine kept disconnecting from the larger apparatus. All of the crew members became frustrsted. Others grew antsy. They wanted the thing to just pop in the socket like an arm or a wing. The blade gave them grief.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
