Microfiction
Universal Hatred
The trolls rolled out in full force. They attacked Morrison Bly but he laughed. He knew that it was playful jousting from the real haters. He knew that he could take the verbal punishment because he wanted it. It wasn’t even a no pain no gain situation. It was hatred is greatness.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Exempt
The time came for him to speak. “I'm a man of color. That still hinders me. But I know that I’m better off than my ancestors by a long measure. All I’m asking is not remuneration, compensation, or reparations. Just to be exempt from all taxation. Everyone from all walks of life. All Americans should no longer pay taxes on income. Now consumption may be an exception. Contracts may be an exception.”
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Loophole Trip
We met in Rome. Let me be more specific. We met in Rome this year. Last year we met in Venice. She always wanted to see Venice. By she, I mean my wife. Ex-wife? Former wife? Wife from a former life? It's hard to explain. Technically speaking, I'm dead. She's alive. We've just celebrated our Cancerversary. It's an awful word, I know. But when you find a loophole connecting eternity to "the world", you call it what it is and go with it. I think next year I'll take her to Iceland. We never got to see the Northern Lights.
By Donna Gerard3 years ago in Fiction
The Tragedy of Jane
A train hit Janes car. It burst into flames and flew off the track, killing her instantly. Some of her organs went to the hospital and saved lives. Reading Eulogy’s, her friends remembered her as a good person with a golden heart. She left behind three kids and a dog. Her family always talked about how much they missed her. If only they had one more chance to kiss her. Her sister missed her the most. She could no longer host her famous parties. Janes only mistake was texting and driving. She never saw the train coming.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
That’ll be 4$, Miss
The gas station was no busier than usual. Mostly just travelers these days. After the new interstate opened and the airport turned international, my stop turned into a pass through than a local place where people buy drinks and the occasional chips. I still keep it pretty clean though. Try to mop every day and restock the shelves to the best of my ability. It gets lonely, watching people come and go. Makes me question if this is what I'll do for the next thirty years. It’s not all bad though. Makes me excited to see who i’ll meet tomorrow.
By Mason Walters3 years ago in Fiction
The Car Seat
She was overjoyed with her purchase. After hours of painstaking research, she had finally settled on the crème de la crème of car seats. It had extra leg space, it was height adjustable, impact resistant. It was built for comfort. But it couldn’t comfort her. The total came to $354. It was her utility bill. It was her groceries. But she would rather freeze in the most fridgid of winters or starve in a season’s blight than spare the fee. The car seat sat unboxed, eager for a companion. She was spared the child.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Fiction
