Microfiction
Pleasant Valley Road
In Newark, Delaware, Kaxton Seale, lifted up his sweat-drenched head. He finished his plans for making a private roadway system. And no, the roads didn’t go to dead ends. He knew those nonsensical ideals would fade from the minds of the populace. He started on Pleasant Valley Road in his hometown. It branched out across the state then the country and all of North America.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Lessons on Love
”I am a rock, I am an island.” I identified with Simon and Garfunkel’s lyrics so thoroughly that I believed my poetry and my books were all I needed. But then you swam my channel and invaded my island. Together we tore down my fortress and built a chateau. You made me remember that passion and excitement are real, not just words in my memory. I’ve traded my shroud of snow for one of burial. Thank you, Zaroff. You taught me that love isn’t the most dangerous game you can play. Welcome to my Ship-Trap.
By Lisa Geiger3 years ago in Fiction
The Plan for the Diamond
It took months of planning. I finally snuck into the museum to steal the diamond. Right before I grabbed it, alarms blared. The lights went on and a man with a microphone came up to me. “Congratulations, you’re the hundredth person to try to steal it this month,” he said. “Is this a game show? Did I win?” I asked. “Yes. The diamond is fake, but your prize is a lifetime in the museum?” He said. “What?” I asked. The walls came down and bars came up. It was a trap. “Keep the diamond,” he said, smiled and left me.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
It Came From the Lake
I was sitting on the doc next to my girlfriend. We were holding hands. We saw ripples in the water. Then splashing. “What’s that?” Emma said. “I don’t know,” I said. A large dinosaur that looked like Loch Ness breached the surface. “Run,” I shouted. The dinosaur chased us through the woods. It eventually grabbed Emma. “No, don’t eat Emma,” I screamed. “Can I eat you, instead,” it asked. “You can talk,” I asked. “Yes, why wouldn’t I be able to talk,” it asked. I asked so many questions it eventually fell asleep and dropped Emma. We slowly snuck off.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
It Came From Below
I was trying to sleep. The noises kept creaking under my bed. I pulled the covers over my face. The noises got louder. The noises turned into a loud growling. My bed started shaking. I jumped out of bed and grabbed a shovel and a flashlight. I looked under my bed and my dog jumped out. “It’s just you, Rex,” I said. I took one last look under my bed. I saw two hands reaching out of a hole. Then a horrid, monsterous face. I tried to back up, the hand grabbed me and pulled me into the dark hole.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Bribe
I got pulled over. The officer knocked on my window. I rolled it down. “I saw what you did,” he said. “I know what you want,” I said, reaching in my pocket to hand him cash. “Have a good day, sir,” he said and left. He came to my house every week for a year demanding more money. One day I shouted “I’m sick of paying you,” and slammed him with a shovel, then buried him. Later that night, there was a knock at my door. My neighbor pointed a gun at me and said “I saw what you did.”
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Misplaced, The Lost, and The Gone
These were the great minds of old, lost to time. It showed in society’s fall from grace. Even the art was either hidden away, stolen, or destroyed, and what replaced it was ugly. The same held true for solutions to problems—the “solutions” sought to further milk the problems instead. All for the sake of ill-gotten gain. All for the sake of stroking one’s ego. All for nothing but ugliness.
By Jackie Barrows3 years ago in Fiction
