Microfiction
Torturous Way To Live
Death by a thousand cuts, burning alive in the brazen bull, being slowly impaled by fast growing bamboo, being broken on the wheel, ripped apart limb by limb by horsemen— she could say with confidence that those all would have been better than this. After all, the dead only have to suffer temporarily.
By Katherine Bodger3 years ago in Fiction
Novice Advise for Abnormal Accidents : By Evelyn Lovelace
Fate twisted curiously from Everard’s lips. There’d be no stopping what would happen next. Balloon sized drops of water pelted the grounds exploding furiously as hundreds of Collared Howlers—thieving, treacherous Soul-Eaters that lurked amongst the clouds waiting for the torrential rains to form appeared.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
Sleeping Beauty
Gazing at the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, I feel my heart squeeze. Lying there she looks like more of an angel than I will ever be. Behind their lids her eyes move. She’s dreaming. Wonder if I’m in it. I miss our talks; the way she laughed; the tilt of her head as she leaned into our kisses. I miss how her hair would tickle my nose when we’d cuddle close. Sighing, I turn away. Even if she hasn’t moved on I must. Perhaps on this, the 2nd anniversary of my death, she’ll take off her wedding ring.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
The Bonfire Rally
Wild flames danced with the unexpected frigid night sky in an alluring dance. Teenage rhythmic cheers of anticipated victory reverberated around the encircled bonfire. April, my redheaded crush, backed into me, close. In adolescent innocence, I rested my chin on her peach-scented hair.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
Living in a Cave
I moved into a cave right before the war. I brought supplies to last a year, and occasionally went out for more. I had a small solar powered radio that said the war was over. I went out to explore. There were lots of corpses scattered through the woods. The city was deserted. I gathered what I could from the wreckage and started to head back to the cave when I saw a woman. “Who are you, handsome,” she asked. “Possibly the last man on earth,” I said. We saw enemy troops approaching and ran back to my cave together.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction

