Microfiction
Forced Compliance Not Necessary
Some people knew this would happen. The chips in our heads, I mean. Everyone laughed. Isn't that funny? The crazy part: even the conspiracy nuts had a mobile phone. Everyone walked around with the "chip" glued to their hand, eyes glued to chip.
L.C. SchäferPublished 3 days ago in FictionSeasons
I shiver as I pull open the heavy glass door and step out onto the frost-riddled porch. My breath rises like smoke in the cold, and the rushing of the creek fills my ears. Nearby, as I walk toward the gate, I hear the beavers splash in alarm as they sense my presence. I bury my hands deep in the pockets of my thin hoodie, and hunch my shoulders up protectively against my ears. The cold air bites at my cheeks and nose, and the tips of my ears already hurt. It’s barely 30° out, and beneath my foolishly bare toes, the dead brown grass twinkles with frost. The sky is too overcast to see the stars there, but with so many ice-stars beneath my feet, I am satisfied.
ThatOne_GirlPublished 3 days ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Pretty
The red and blue lights of the ambulance fluttered dimly in the summer sunlight, the black asphalt of the highway the only dark tone amid the golden fields and bright blue sky. I was strangely conscious of the peaceful surroundings around the accident as I ran towards the crumpled Rav-4 on the side of the road. Flames licked the edges of the battered hood, and the dark figure slumped in the front seat was not moving. In the back of the car, mercifully intact, I saw two small hands slapping desperately in the windows. Susan reached the car before me, her lighter figure swifter than my more lumbering bulk. She jerked open the back door and unbuckled the child, scooping it out and setting the young girl on the ground as I set to work on the front door.
ThatOne_GirlPublished 3 days ago in Fiction Walking on wheels
I’m not sure Dad knows what he’s doing this time. He seems to want to strap something onto my feet. He calls them skates, and he’s convinced that I saw someone else with them and wanted to try. Doesn’t he know I’m only four? Has he forgotten all the time I spent learning to walk?
Andy PottsPublished 3 days ago in Fiction139 Minutes of the Secret Society of Secrets-Appraisal-for-Secrets-Release Society — Part 1
Thank you, everyone, for attending this week's meeting of the Secret Society of Secrets-Appraisal-for-Secrets-Release Society — the SSSASRS, or as it's quaintly pronounced, "Scissors."
Gerard DiLeoPublished 3 days ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Diary of a Serial Killer
Day One Sun up. Day develops. Breakfast eaten. Leave house. Catch bus. Go to work. Do job. Lunchtime comes. Leave office.
Rachel DeemingPublished 3 days ago in Fiction - Content Warning
Lose-lose
When I woke up, I tried to put my leg behind my head and lick my arsehole. Again. Don't get me wrong, I was glad to be back in the physical world, where things were solid and mostly made sense. But it felt heavy and weird coming back to this large body after spending so long as a dainty little feline.
L.C. SchäferPublished 4 days ago in Fiction Together Forever
Pamela’s getting on in years, what with her 95th birthday a week away. Ninety five years is not a bad innings but she’s tired and ready to leave this world to face her next adventure. She holds on for one special reason; her companion of twenty years, Joey, her cocker spaniel.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 4 days ago in FictionWell Organised
Her day’s finally arrived and she couldn’t be happier. Today she’ll marry the love of her life, come hell or high water. And yes, that’s a possibility because here she is standing in front of her window, watching the black clouds descend upon her world. The Universe is moving those black clouds into position to threaten to wash her day away.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 4 days ago in FictionHunting Men
There were three reasons to play Manhunt and none of them were winning. The first was sometimes, when the whole neighborhood played and not just my cousins, if the right kid was on my team, I got to practice kissing. The right kid changed all the time and I wanted to change, too. When he played basketball, I wore high tops. If he skateboarded on the cul-de-sac, I clipped a chain on my wallet. It jangled while we ran, but that was good: it made him want to keep me still.
The Snake's Ruse
The Art of Deception: Sophia's Masterful Heist In the world of high-stakes theft, where every move is calculated and every plan executed with precision, there exist legends—those who transcend the ordinary and elevate the art of thievery to new heights. Among them, Sophia stands as a paragon of brilliance, her exploits etched into the annals of history as the epitome of ingenuity and daring.
Masonwabe NyangaPublished 4 days ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Name Your Wish, Grant a Curse
A bell charmed when He Xin entered. Low-hanging lights cast a warm amber around the restaurant. He Xin walked over to the menu propped up on a stand while she scanned the bar situated at the back. Besides a lone customer sitting at her own table, the restaurant and even the bar were empty, which was just what He Xin needed. She looked down to flip through the menu.
andy liliesPublished 4 days ago in Fiction