Microfiction
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Written for Christy Munson's unofficial Microfiction Challenge: 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡
138 — Electrostatic Arrogance
There is a Limbo, despite its ecclesiastical decommission. It persists. There's a place for everything, and Limbo still serves a purpose.
Gerard DiLeoPublished 4 days ago in FictionThe Horrifying Stories Behind the Disney Classics
Do you recall a recent moment when you have grown to be a bit older, well above the age when you would watch your favorite Disney classic with difficulty tying your shoelace by yourself?Tightly hugging your mom, she sat next to you on the sofa and her face expressed expressions of both joy and disgust. And also, it was a very challenging time, when you were in the mode of “Doing everything yourself. ”Such were those seemingly unending days that littered my mind with countless memories and tails.
Amine OubihPublished 4 days ago in FictionWhat's Cooking?
Introduction This is for Christy Munson's May Challenge that you can read about below. The music is "Tears" by The Stone Roses
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 4 days ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Walking On Gilded Splinters
Introduction This is for the PVim Challenge below, and will be a microfiction based on the song I refer to below. It made me think of one of my favourite songs from one of my favourite albums, "Walk On Gilded Splinters" from "Gris, Gris" by Dr John, Mac Rebbenak.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 4 days ago in Fiction Nostalgia Is Not That Deep!
As time passed, memories started to gather like fireflies in a jar, each one a tiny beacon of joy from days gone by. There was that favorite toy, a worn-out bear with button eyes, and the soft, comforting blanket that wrapped you in warmth on chilly nights. These treasures held within them the essence of childhood, a time of laughter and innocence. It's like giving your heart a big hug because you remember something you loved when you were little.
Mamoona RanaPublished 4 days ago in FictionThe Bag - The Girl
This story is a continuation of The Bag and The Bag - Jason's Dilemma, where suggestions from readers steer me towards the next instalment. You may want to read those to have context.
Rachel DeemingPublished 5 days ago in FictionAre we there yet?
The birds in the forest are the guardian angels watching over the brother and sister who ran away from an abusive household of hostility and invented security out of necessity.
Why a Zombie Apocalypse Is Inevitable
In the famous game and television series, The Last of Us, humanity is on the verge of ruin from a fungal infection that turns people into zombie-like creatures. This situation might appear to be from science fiction, but it has frightening beginnings in the real world. The real-world fungus Ophiocordyceps unilateralis, which is also called the zombie-ant fungus, demonstrates the scary abilities that foreshadow a possible future danger to humans.
Amine OubihPublished 5 days ago in FictionHe’s Picking Up The Pieces
“Good morning beautiful,” he whispers to his wife as he hands her a cup of coffee. She smiles gently at him and sits to read the newspaper.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 5 days ago in FictionThe Town Comes Alive
A little town in the north hibernates for about nine months of the year and very little happens in town. Until tourist season hits and there are people everywhere. They buy up the local produce, visit the gorgeous countryside and fill the local pub to the brim with laughter and song.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 5 days ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Bad Boy
I don't know what I am. I shake, to get the mad off me. When I've been a good boy, I have two legs and drink coffee. I drive to a tall place made of glass, and nod seriously in a smart suit. The females wear paint, smell strongly like chemicals, touch my elbow, grimace wide and red. I eat dinner at the table. I'm allowed in the bed. She lets me mount her.
L.C. SchäferPublished 5 days ago in Fiction