Microfiction

Egg Sandwich
I ordered an egg sandwich at a gas station. It tasted funny, I was so hungry I didn’t care. I kept eating. I went home, an hour passed. I heard squeaky voices inside my head. “We are the worms from the sandwich. We’ve built a civilization inside your head.” “Get out,” I said. “No,” the worms said. I felt them doing something to my brain. I started walking to the fridge against my will. They made me drink a beer and eat another sandwich. They now had complete control over my brain and body. All I could do was obey.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Out from the Well
Dark. Damp. Cold. My hands reach around, But there’s nothing to hold. My legs feel cramped. Are my eyes open or shut? The wall is wet to the touch.
By Jeffrey Sparks3 years ago in Fiction
Light Always Wins
Darkness turns its head away from light. The old lady walks daily past my window. She stops to say hello. Her face with deep wrinkles looks up at me. Tears in her eyes as she begins to speak. Memories flash in her mind as if she was 20 again. Her tattered multicolored dress flows in the warm breeze of the sunny day. She walks daily, reliving her youth in her mind as the tears return. Sunlight shines on her face, and her tears evaporate. A smile appears from the wrinkles that 90 years had sculpted in her long history.
By Chip Russell3 years ago in Fiction
Decisions
The two boys climbed the cliff like they often did. Like most boys they tussled and climbed rocks. They ran after each other and gave chase. They decided to climb the lone tree on the cliff. They were nimble boys, both small yet strong for their age. Their father called to them and said it was dinner time. The boys climbed higher so the father went towards them. The branch holding the boys broke, while the father desperately tried to hold both boys about to fall off the cliff. Only one could live so he let go of both and prayed.
By Sid Aaron Hirji3 years ago in Fiction
17 years. Top Story - May 2023.
Exhausted after his double shift he boarded the train home keen to see his wife and baby; ashamed at his daily struggle to support them.
By Pauline Fountain3 years ago in Fiction
Delivery Man
Steve always delivers. Pizza or packages, delivery was his life, and he was good at it. But today’s delivery felt different. Full of pride, Steve stared at the heart filled cooler in the passenger seat. He had made it!
By Jeffrey Sparks3 years ago in Fiction
Orange Crush
I have to find a way out of here. The thought darted unbidden through Talia’s mind again as she carted yet another tray of the glass-like orange substance to the packing table.
By J. T. Gamber3 years ago in Fiction
Celly
The all-black hockey team that played in the major league professional league dominated. They moved swiftly, deftly, with might. They kept their minds focused on earning the cup.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Time for Faces
The professional major league hockey teams met. Everyone on the ice including the referees showed black faces. The novelty seemed to be astounding, but it wasn’t to the players. They knew the competition meant more than biological chemicals.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Much to Say
Much has been said about “bobsled” teams. There was even a moderately successful movie about a Jamaican team based on reality. But it is actually bobsleigh. The modern team knew what to do.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Soulmates
Lights began to flicker as the music grew louder. The dance floor began to crowd as the guests got up to liven up this wedding reception. The bride and groom were in the dead center of the floor; swaying along to the music as if they had been the only ones in the room.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Fiction
Like a Swan
She skated with the sheer brilliance that made her competitors either jeer or cheer depending on their mood. As one of the few black figure skaters, she showed her skills and not her skin color.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction