Microfiction

I Wear A Size Ten...
The following microfiction piece that I wrote entitled, "I Wear A Size Ten" was inspired by popular visual artist Annie Lee's vibrant 1990 painting below called 8 1/2 Narrow . I enjoy the painting immensely because it keeps it real and is so stylistically fun and relatable. The painting depicts a beautifully dressed African-American woman who has removed her heels to relieve her aching feet. Most high-heeled shoe wearers have done this at some point along their high-heeled shoe wearing journey. I remember doing so during homecoming in high school. My night magically became better once I ditched my heels. Lol 😂
By Tiffany Gordon2 months ago in Fiction
Last Call
Shrill, forceful, flippant in the face of the end of the world, Liam never knew when the last call of the blue-winged teal population would come. He had hopes. Hopes that the birds would hold out until he'd worked through the last of their ammunition, long beyond the day that desperation invoked creativity in capture. Hopes that the birds would somehow miraculously last long enough for him to see his parents to a natural grave. That he wouldn't have to send them off to God on a meager belly full of pickleweed and cattail.
By M. Moody2 months ago in Fiction
Last Call
The gray road splits perfectly before me. All I can do is stare at the diverging paths, as the first few flakes of snowfall melt against my windshield. It’s the first snow fall of the season - I know that logically.
By Taylor Rigsby2 months ago in Fiction
Cheers To Half Empty Glasses
i miss the way the sweet grass smelled in the sunshine just after the rain i miss the way that my heart would swell everytime you said my name
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Fiction
Telepathy and The Empire of Knowledge
I looked upward toward the stars. Using what I would name capability, I listened for those above the canopy of our beautiful sky. In the vision I am describing, there were transmissions and communications, one passing through another. And beyond them, an empire.
By Chase McQuade2 months ago in Fiction
Tea with Friends
Note: the prompt for this Challenge was the following lyric from The Doors: Women seem wicked when you're unwanted I have heard this particular line many times, and I still think it is one of their best songs ( 'People Are Strange' ). And I think a drabble is in order.
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Fiction
Patio Weather
I can feel the summer breeze hitting my face, yet I cannot help but think, This will be the last time this year , as I sip my Aperol Spritz. I adjust my sunglasses on my nose and pull out my phone for a selfie. We pose, laugh, and take a picture.
By Adrianna M. Braun2 months ago in Fiction
INHERITANCE
ATLANTA, GA She drove into the fresh morning dawn, humming something low and light drifting from SiriusXM smooth jazz. The sky over the pines was a pale blue portrait brushed with long wisps of raw cotton, stretched across a blue canvas like an artist had left faint trails behind. Honeysuckle drifted through the air — sweet enough to make her slow down and breathe it in.
By Reneegede72 months ago in Fiction
The Rain and the Rainbow
The rain came down in sheets one early Sunday morning. It poured with a voracity I had never seen before in my life. I heard it pattering the roof, flood through the gutters and gurgle down pipes. The lawn outside was clogged with water. Only the top edges of the grass blades managed to stay above the rising water.
By Dean Traylor2 months ago in Fiction
Reality Check
Mama said to her babies I’m running out for awhile Do not open the door for a stranger They will try to deceive you by wearing a smile
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Fiction
Plane Crash
The passengers screamed wildly, as the plane shook violently. The lights went out as lighting struck, and the plane overturned in midair. Jack panicked as he tried to grab the yoke, in an attempt to get some control of the plane, and land it safely; but the yoke had stopped working.
By Carol Ann Townend2 months ago in Fiction
Drill
They needed a shelf put up in the hallway, so they called a handyman, well, they called several, but none seemed to want the job for some reason. Eventually, they found one who said he could take care of them .
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction