Microfiction

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
"Here There Be Dragons"
The infinite darkness looming over Dana’s speck-sized salvage vessel did not want her there. Her training covered ad-hoc repairs, distress protocols, even first contact. Everything a star sailor might possibly encounter in an uncharted region.
By MK Carpenter3 years ago in Fiction
His Last Work
Death's hand layed on the poet's shoulder, he was weak, trembling, sorrowful, and pitiful. But his pen glided across the paper.
By Deasun T. Smyth3 years ago in Fiction
No Mow May
Mike Singleton wrote a piece on the subject of "No Mow May' about two weeks earlier than this was published. I wasn't aware of Mike's piece or I certainly would have chosen an at least slightly different name; sorry about that Mike. Here's a link to Mr. Singleton's work, just in case you haven't seen it already: https://shopping-feedback.today/earth/no-mow-may%3C/p%3E%3C/a%3E%3Cdiv class="css-1htaxga-Flex">
By Roy Stevens3 years ago in Fiction

What is déjà vu?

Déjà vu is a French term that means "already seen." It is the feeling that you have experienced something before, even though you know that you have not. Déjà vu is a very common experience, and most people will experience it at least once in their lifetime.

By Oliver3 years ago in Fiction

Balloon at the Park

Today Jamie and I went to the park. While we played in the swing he pointed up at the tree. “What’s that up there mommy?” He curiously asked.

By AGB3 years ago in Fiction

Silhouettes on Loch Ness

We gaze across the famous loch, eyes straining for a glimpse. "What is that ahead?" asks Lee, pointing. "I dunno..." I respond, squinting against the sun.

By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)3 years ago in Fiction

Spiderweb Symphonies

She draws her long, slender legs over the taught strings, strumming out a melodic chord. Her harp glows white in the morning light, and the dew only adds to the shimmer. Droplets sing as they slide down the strands, harmonizing with her gentle pulls.

By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)3 years ago in Fiction

The Secrets Of Imagination.

I wonder through the beautiful Common with a smile. I'm fascinated by the lush green vegetation and forest greens. I hear a "croak" from a frog who stopped by to say "hello," then jumps into a nearby pond, "CRACK!" a Squirrel jumps out of a tree to collect a fallen nut on the ground.

By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction

Back When There Were More of Us. Top Story - May 2023.

The swamp now encompasses our town. Menacing cypress trees wall us in and the dangling Spanish moss sways like hungry tentacles.

By Aaron Morrison3 years ago in Fiction

Second lead syndrome

I had rehearsed what I wanted to say to him repeatedly until I was confident that today would go well. I was confident that I was going to be able to confess the feelings I have had for him for as long as I can remember in the best way that I could think of: through music.

By Deborah3 years ago in Fiction