Microfiction
As Focused As A Falcon
He was focused on the bird of prey that soared high above him, desperate to keep it in his sights. The treasure that hung from its claws, precious beyond measure, might be out of reach now, high above him, but that did not mean that it should stay that way. If he could just track the bird to where it roosted, or came to a glove...
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Fiction
The Deal. Top Story - April 2025.
Orange smoke filled the air, blocking the sirens flashing outside from being seen. Screams from blind mouths rang out against a chorus of shouts from police. Uniforms holding guns charged through the glass doors of the Federal Reserve Bank of New York and disappeared into the orange fog.
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Fiction
"Numbers are the highest degree of knowledge. They are knowledge itself." Plato
Jed and Auralee worked with numbers. Both studied mysterious secrets hidden beneath numerical rules. Numbers influence and control life. But the numbers weren't working. Auralee felt they created a psychological fiction that only sometimes helps to understand the world.
By Katherine D. Graham2 years ago in Fiction
Have I told you? . Honorable Mention in 500 Word Shockwave Challenge. Content Warning.
Your giggle bubbles from your mouth even as you tumble face-first into the soft grass, your wobbly, dimpled toddler legs still unable to keep up with your joy of running through the sunshine. I laugh too, call out to you to be careful. You rise unsteadily, fists clasping mounds of new spring grass and black dirt, which you promptly throw in the air, delighted with the fresh smell, the squiggling earthworms, the small taste of freedom.
By Kristen Knutson2 years ago in Fiction
If Only
Phoebe ran up the stairs in front of me. It was the only way to get in and out of the basement of the lonely house perched on the cliffside plateau. A winding highway graced the cliffs above, whipping back and forth on its way to the Lonephalt city limits only a few miles away. It might as well had been a different world all the way out here. One I used to only dream of visiting with Phoebe.
By B. M. Valdez2 years ago in Fiction
Looking back on a hazy day
Looking back on a hazy day It was Monday, wait, no, it was Tuesday. But there was a Monday feel about it, getting back to the routine, filling the fridge again and so on. As I walked into the coffee shop all the positive vibe and enthusiasm I had felt in my body seemed to leave me all at once, as I saw his face. In that instant I knew it was over.
By Paula Smith2 years ago in Fiction
The Fog
Carl Sandburg wrote, “The fog comes in on little cat feet,” but this morning’s fog roared into the bay like a lion. It filled the bay and overflowed onto the shores, wiping out the far end of the bridge, so that it looked like it led to Heaven. Or Hell. Or to an alien world.
By Laura DePace2 years ago in Fiction
I Almost Got Away with It
I wouldn’t say that I was a bad kid. I got only into a little mischief when I was younger. Like the time that I pulled Sally Wen’s hair because she wouldn’t give me some of her candy. It’s not like she didn’t deserve it. She gave some to Bobby and Jackie and Taylor and Bill. When she got to me, she turned up her nose, stuck out her tongue and walked past me. So, I pulled her hair. Mrs. O’Donley made me stand in the corner and sent a note home to Mom and Dad. Jeff, my older brother, signed the note. He said that she deserved it.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
