Microfiction

School's In
Janice wrapped her arms over her chest to still the sound of her thudding heart. She didn’t know who he was, but he terrified her. Cowering in the arts cupboard, she prayed she would escape his notice.
By Tracey Zielinski3 years ago in Fiction
Chthonic Value
“What is most precious to you, Mrs. Abernathy. That, was my fee.” Without light, she could only feel that damp, maroon liquid running down her hands, eager to mingle with the freshly unearthed dirt. The cheap shovel she bought with what little money once remained from the settlement had long shattered from the frigid earth. And so, her fingers, nearly worked to the bone, excavated. Exhaustingly. Desperately.
By Tom Siv3 years ago in Fiction
Lucky
A black cat crossing your path isn't bad luck, I reminded myself. Knowledge that would make my daughter's dropped cake no less devastating.
By Darin Robinson3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Hug
My feet hit the pavement in controllable cadences. A chip placed at birth to shield from touch would be activating soon. The aegis field. People in the streets hugging. His house in view.
By Viv C3 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Continent
The Lemurians, who are thought to be the ancestors of modern human society, are said to have originated from the lost continent of Lemuria, according to so-called speculative theories.
By Charisma Pino3 years ago in Fiction
Some Kind of Sweet
Scents. A funny thing. Bringing back memories of the past. Which was what snapped me out of my daydream of having sugar cookies with crushed candy cane icing for dinner. I'd eaten too many salads lately, trying to get my size 20 to a nice respectable 14. All thoughts disappeared when that scent wafted into my nostrils, made me forget about cookies and sizes. Just that scent, there was no room for anything else. Vanilla. It was what he smelled like, what he tasted like.
By Karalena Walsh3 years ago in Fiction
Mushrooms Anyone?
I was on a trek, wearing my rubber boots, when noticed wild mushrooms growing by the forest path I was walking on. It would surprise you what I find in forests, fields and beaches. I am quite the forager. So, when I came across this bunch baby chanterelle mushrooms I was ecstatic! I picked quite a few, ate some and continued onward, quite happy with myself. They were gritty and could use a little butter and salt. My wife would be quite pleased with my find. A little later, kung fu fighting with red-eyed rabbits, I thought perhaps they were not chanterelle mushrooms after all.
By Karalena Walsh3 years ago in Fiction
Terror Tantalising
No one tree causes the fire, but as the flames lick their limbs, a terror tantalising, they are unable to defend themselves. Consumed by the searing tendrils and engulfed by the heat, they spread the fire to their brethren. One tree alight pushes its inferno to the forest. The passion grips them tight, overrules them, burns them out, and destroys their very being before it cripples the collective.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Fiction
The Ferocity of the Animal World -Part 4
The halfway point in Bradan Writes Stories (a Medium writer) Seedling Challenge, calls for a Postcard Fiction short story.
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Fiction
Flex
I would kill the earl; this I knew. They flocked to me as I entered the citadel. "He's a dangerous man! Get out while you still can!"
By MA Snell3 years ago in Fiction
The Hunt
"She's beautiful, isn't she, Fergus?" "Damn right she is, Ella." As he moved forward, she grabbed a hold of his arm. "What?"
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
You, you, you
I teetered between two lives when I saw you, between presque and déjà vu, almost and already seen by you. This moment a multiverse of who I had been and who I was becoming, of knowing and not knowing you.
By Ava Mack3 years ago in Fiction