Microfiction

My little Brother . Top Story - May 2023.
From the window I watched As he, Round Rock the other side of the road. He abodes the same facial expression... Gaping stoutly forward.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Fiction
final thoughts of the brightest star
how could i be ousted i was their defender their father their brightest star when others saw dust of a once-great nation i saw glitter and seized the prize of a vision redeemed through sword bone and stone now the ingrates want to expel force from a life they once wasted in chaos and misery i ripped salvation from a cosmos pregnant with noise and horror and they repay me with steel and fury may my loyalists preserve the throne and protect the meek i hope the pages of old shines their innocence through the haze of bomb and blood
By Jace Dominguez3 years ago in Fiction
The Warmth of Shadows
Warmth bloomed around me, holding me steadfast amid the morning light. He, usually a shadow, touched me. He was used to the cool touch of steel and red brass, used to the way it calloused his hands. Imagine my surprise at the way he touched softly, chastely, his fingers dancing across my skin as if to commit every cell and molecule to memory, but so lightly it left goosebumps in its wake. A chill amidst the warmth as the shadow reared its head. I look up, marveling at the sight of shadow and sunlight.
By Nyx Fray3 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost in the Attic of the Mansion who Stared out the Window All Day and Scared People
My name is Earl. I live in the attic of the mansion I died in. Most of the time I would stare out the window. When new buyers would see me, they’d get frightened away. I didn’t mean to scare them. Jesse wasn’t scared. She saw me and bought the house anyway. “I’m Earl,” I said. “Cool, I love ghosts. Let’s be friends,” Jesse said. “I need a friend. Finally, someone I can possess so I can live again. Thank you, kind Jesse,” I said. “Wait, what?” She said. I entered her body before she could speak again. I’m alive!
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Tips for Hunting a Friend
“I’m Christina, a profesional friend hunter. I’ll be helping you hunt down friends today,” I said to the tour group. They all smiled excitedly. The first place the bus stopped was Forges Coffee Shop. “Does everyone have tranquilizer guns ready?” I asked. They all nodded their heads. “First tip, stay five feet apart so nobody trips when they rush in. Now go capture friends,” I said and they ran inside and each brought a sleeping, tied up friend back to the bus. “Second tip, make sure they’re tied tightly to your wall or table before they wake up,” I said.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Annunaki
In the ancient land of Mesopotamia, a civilization flourished unlike any other. It was a time when gods walked the Earth, and the fate of humanity hung in the balance. Among these divine beings were the Annunaki, a powerful race of extraterrestrial beings who possessed immense knowledge and technology beyond human comprehension.
By Karun 3 years ago in Fiction
My Day in Court
“They only fired him because he has autism,” I said. I hate discrimination against people with autism, and I vowed to defend all of them. “That’s not true, it took him to long to learn things,” the defense said. “So what, he learned them and he excelled at his job after,” I said. “That doesn’t matter. He’s weird,” the defense said. “He seems normal enough to me. And who cares if he’s weird as long as he does his job,” I said. The judge slammed his gavel and ordered the company to pay twenty five billion dollars to my client.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
A LIFE FROM WASTE
In a bustling city, among towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, there lived a small piece of waste. It was a crumpled paper, once bright and white, now discarded and forgotten. Its life began as a part of someone's important document, filled with words of significance and purpose. But as the document fulfilled its duty, the paper was cast aside, left to fend for itself.
By Karun 3 years ago in Fiction
Caught Out
In the sky the moon was but a bare sliver. Her beams barely penetrating the stygian depths of the woods where I hid. Rustling in the trees made me jerk my head back and forth, wondering what creatures may await there. Over the crickets and sighing wind I could still hear the voice of my pursuer. "Come out... Come out." Huddled beneath a bush, trembling, I held my breath in fear of being discovered. If he caught me it would be game over. Anxiously I peered through the fingers laced over my eyes. Suddenly a hand grabbed my ankle, causing me to screech as my heart jumped into my throat. "Got you!" came the gleeful shout. "You're it!" shouted my little brother as he ran back to base.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
Sympathy
My five-year-old son held his first puppy in his outstretched arms. Their eyes met. He brought his puppy closer. The puppy licked his face.
By Ulysses Tuggy3 years ago in Fiction
The Baby Shower
Nobody could have predicted what happened. The sound it made, the scene it caused. Sarah had always feared babies, feeling discontent with the magnitude of their existence. Of their fragility.
By Lauren Malton3 years ago in Fiction
For Life
"Can we keep Cooper forever?" The boy cradled the gangly puppy in his arms and looked up at his mother desperately. "Sure, baby, for life," she reassured him with a smile.
By Donna Renee3 years ago in Fiction