Microfiction
Dork Drabble #14
Dork Drabble #14 and the question is 'If your life were a classic fairy tale which one would it be and why? For this one I am not really sure, but at times I think maybe 'Rumpleskiliton' or maybe 'The Three Bears' or maybe not a fairy tale but a nursery rhyme "Where has my little dog gone" (Do not remember this title). My other idea that my life could be 'The Three Billy Goats Gruff' for the troll under the bridge is the one keeping me from completing what I need to do for each day in some way.
By Mark Graham8 months ago in Fiction
Dork Drabble #13
For Dork Drabble #13 the question is for February 15 is 'Your school is putting on a play! Would you rather be the star of the show, the director, or the costume designer? Actually, out of these three I would be the costume designer, but I would prefer to be on the crew for set design. Being part of the artistic portion of the play that does not require acting and lines to memorize. Costume or set designer is a very creative and on opening night you can relax till time to change the scenery and hoping nothing falls down.
By Mark Graham8 months ago in Fiction
Dork Drabble #12
Dork drabble #12 the question is 'Tomorrow February 13 make a list of family and friends you'd like to give a card to on Valentine's Day? Actually, one would also want to include many certain family members that may not be around anymore. The people that I would like to give cards to would be my mom, dad and older brother even they are gone to a better place. There are a few cousins I would send a card to as well. Technically I would probably make a homemade type of card to send to all of them that day.
By Mark Graham8 months ago in Fiction
That Little Twerp
I've no reason to suspect the guy, really. I say, "guy", I mean anorak-touting dullard. The lengths he'd have had to go to, to get his hands on my suitcase. Even just to be in the baggage claim at the same time as me! No, it's bonkers. But... he's just so weird. The contents of the case don't feel real. They feel contrived. Like a prank. Someone trying too hard to be strange. The more I think about this, the more my brain itches, and the more his pale, gawky face floats around in it.
By L.C. Schäfer8 months ago in Fiction
Power Belongs to the Silent
The World Before the Silence Before the Collapse, the world was deafening. Screens screamed for attention. Leaders barked commands. Citizens shouted opinions over one another, believing volume equaled truth. Every moment was broadcast, every act filtered, every silence filled. Even grief was performative, rage pre-recorded, and joy monetized.
By Muhammad Wisal8 months ago in Fiction
The Last Page
The old bookstore on Maple Street was a relic, its faded sign barely legible under years of dust and weather. Clara, a 32-year-old librarian with a penchant for dog-eared paperbacks, had been coming here since she was a kid. The smell of aged paper and leather bindings was her sanctuary, a place where time seemed to pause. But today, something felt different.
By Shohel Rana8 months ago in Fiction
Squid Game final season review – an ending so WTF it entirely beggars belief
After a wild new player is forced to join the game without consent, the action gets even more operatic and bloodthirsty. But if you can get on board with the twists – and that’s a big if – you will not believe what happens in the last minute
By SHYAKA MARS8 months ago in Fiction
