Microfiction
Back to School
Who remembers reporting to school on that first day of school? Walking into those freshly waxed hallways and classrooms, catching up with some friends that you haven't seen all summer. Then, the bell rings and you head to your homeroom and find your seat and seek out your schedule to see what kind of year you are going to have with happiness or trepidation. All the days as it has done for years starts out with the Pledge of Allegiance followed by a moment of silent meditation followed by morning announcements. Welcome back, everyone and let's have a great year!
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Dog Days of August
August to me is the Dog Days of Summer as well as the month to get ready for Back-to-School. The days are still hot, and one just lays around for the last days of just plain relaxing are just about done for the busy days are not that far off now. The excitement for me and going back-to-school and seeing all my school friends, but also the excitement of family reunions and a few other end-of-summer picnics. The dog days of August are days to remember and to take a breath for Christmas is not that far away for us.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Door Was Never Locked
Marla always cried during commercials—especially the ones with dogs in them. Her friends joked about it. Her brother used to nudge her at the movies when the sad scenes hit. “Sensitive,” they said, like it was a diagnosis. Like it was something she’d outgrow.
By Enric Millyabout a year ago in Fiction
Strigen’s Forest
Strigen’s Forest rigen’s ForestSometime in the hereafter, in a kingdom once ruled by laughter, a deep fog crawled through the valleys and over the hills, covering the land like a forgotten spell. No one quite remembered when it arrived. Some whispered it came with the death of the last Muse; others said it was born from the sighs of abandoned stories.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
Torrential Downpour
They’d been excited. Who wouldn’t be? It wasn’t everyday that they were able to rent a small country house for six whole weeks, all to themselves for the summer. It’d costed them all a small fortune, but the four friends were sure that it would all be worth it.
By R.J. Wintersabout a year ago in Fiction
Under the Crimson Sky
By Nadeem Shah The sky bled red the evening I returned to Raven Hollow. I hadn’t been back in twelve years—not since the night everything I believed in was shattered. The roads felt narrower, the trees darker, like the whole town was holding its breath, waiting for me to remember what I’d tried so hard to forget.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
Boiling Point
The heat robs you of your very will to do anything about it. Last night, I heard vans and jackboots outside my window. I woke up to the sound of tire treads over gravel, and a van door sliding open. I flinched when I heard glass break. I bit down on my pillow when I heard someone beg. I heard voices muffled by masks speak in authoritative downbeats. No questions; only commands.
By Tyler Clarkabout a year ago in Fiction
Cicada Year. Runner-Up in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge.
The cicadas started screaming the day after they dropped him off. They hadn’t even pulled back onto the highway before the noise hit, a dense, buzzing, everywhere. Like the earth was trying to talk but didn’t know how to speak.
By Aspen Nobleabout a year ago in Fiction
