Microfiction Magic

Microfiction Magic

Microfiction Magic

The Winners!

Neighbours. Second Place in Microfiction Magic Challenge.
They’re feuding. Have been for months. Next time, the dog gets a bullet. She ruffles Baxter’s fur – watch it buddy – but one whiff of sheep and he’s over the fence, ears pinned, nipping at lamb rumps.
By Megan Anderson3 years ago in Fiction
Wrinkles. Runner-Up in Microfiction Magic Challenge.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d ironed anything. Beyond recollection certainly, but this shirt had to be perfect.
By Howard Irons3 years ago in Fiction
The Bridge. Runner-Up in Microfiction Magic Challenge.
The bridge only went so far until it didn’t. The rusted spannings hanging in twisted steel over the river which coursed some hundred feet below. The ruined train tracks bowed outwards in shorn metal ribbons as if blindly seeking to connect again to the far beggared tracks. A thing yearning to be what it once was.
By Kevin Rolly3 years ago in Fiction
The Ram. Runner-Up in Microfiction Magic Challenge.
The ram had been discovered just before dawn when the shepherd was alerted by one of his bloodied guard dogs. The dogs were valiant, but the wolf was swift, and the deed was done. The ram had not yet mated with the ewes for the season. There would be no new lambs in the south field come spring.
By S. C. Almanzar3 years ago in Fiction
The Stuffed Badger. Runner-Up in Microfiction Magic Challenge.
Not much could be said about the stuffed badger on Grandma Daley’s mantel. It was a stuffed badger, nothing more, nothing less. No one paid it any mind.
By Lauren Triola3 years ago in Fiction
Just a Little While Longer. Runner-Up in Microfiction Magic Challenge.
I was born yesterday, but I am already eight years old. The future doesn’t exist, and it feels like this moment will last forever.
By Chantelle Vasudewan3 years ago in Fiction
Haven. Runner-Up in Microfiction Magic Challenge.
Seven days old. His achromatic eyes could barely see. We were, to each other, soft, living shapes. I’d known my daughter better. I often lay by her crib, holding her hand when she cried. Her cot death was silent; our hands were still touching in the morning.
By B.A. Durham3 years ago in Fiction
The Broken Bird. Runner-Up in Microfiction Magic Challenge.
The way you swoop and sing is mesmerizing. I spend hours in the shade of the tree where you have your nest with seed in my outstretched hand, enticing you out of the sky to be with me. My heart hammers when you finally land. My hand closes. You’re so soft. Your claws and beak, made for branches and seeds, inflict no pain. Your bones, so light to escape things that might break you, pop with ease when I squeeze. It’s over too quickly. I don’t know what’s next. Squirrels are harder to catch, but dogs are harder to break.
By Bethany G3 years ago in Fiction
Making Camp. Runner-Up in Microfiction Magic Challenge.
It had been a homestead, once. Now only the skeleton of the house remains, choked by weeds. It's as good a place to sleep as any, I suppose – hard to find someplace safe these days. There's too much danger in the world now. Too many dogs around.
By Ash Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
For Flowing Streams. Runner-Up in Microfiction Magic Challenge.
Across the hillside, sawdust lay dampened by the morning rain, like a valley of shattered glass reflecting the rising sun. Martin steadied his binoculars towards the forest tree line.
By Colton McClintock3 years ago in Fiction
It's Just How Things Have To Be. Runner-Up in Microfiction Magic Challenge.
Yesterday, I watched a time-lapse video of a sunset. I’ve seen so many real sunsets. The sun sinks farther and farther behind the horizon until it’s gone. Its light lingers for a bit, then fades to night. The video, for some reason- the angle, maybe- made it easier to see the truth, which is, of course, that the sun doesn’t leave us. We’re the ones who turn away, knowing life will be dark and cold without it, but we do it anyway because that's just how it has to be. And here I was blaming the sun all this time.
By Faith M Adam3 years ago in Fiction