Microfiction
Circadian
I wake up, blinking awareness back into my mind. Sunlight filters through the windows; an undeserved kiss of warmth on my skin. The room is unfamiliar. This bed is not my own; it’s different, soft, comforting. Regret ebbs into my stomach, the sweet, dreaming body beside me is a stranger to me. A face I can't recall. I get up to leave, hoping not to wake them. For them it can still be a dream, for me I know this vicious cycle will repeat. Over and over until it kills me.
By Kevin McLaughlin3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Key
Title: "The Enchanted Key" Subtitle: "Unlocking New Worlds" In a forgotten attic, Amelia discovered a tiny, golden key buried beneath layers of dust. As she turned it in her hand, an ethereal glow surrounded her, transporting her to a realm of magic and wonder.
By Anthony osungubo 3 years ago in Fiction
Grass and Concrete
A flock of turkeys shambled their way across Circle Boulevard; their collective song piercing the morning silence as the sun cut away the darkness. They patrolled each yard they passed on the hunt for worms that surfaced for air or flowers that persevered through the first chill of fall. Cars gradually exited their driveways and patiently waited for a clear path. By mid-morning, the birds began their retreat into the forest and the fox that had been watching slowly followed.
By Colton McClintock3 years ago in Fiction
I Didn’t Fit In
I didn’t fit in at school. They made me feel like a fool. They thought I was a tool. They were so cruel. They’d call me names and push me around, they’d treat me differently and I’d hide and couldn’t be found. They’d bully me and push me to the ground. One day someone finally invited me to sit next to them and it felt good to have a friend. I no longer had to pretend. He would defend me, and it was easier to blend! I didn’t care what the others said, the end. Defend people who are bullied!
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Shimmer
The source of the maddeningly, hypnotic melody emanating from the woods is standing before me. It appears to be some kind of bird. Its feathers are a thousand glimmering gradients of every color. A rainbow of shifting hues, sparkling in blinding brilliance. I have never seen anything like it. I am going to try to get closer.”
By Philip L. Cress3 years ago in Fiction
