Microfiction
Dreams of the Savannah
I am hungry. The dust is familiar, a similar colour to what I've known, but there are none of the scents of the savannah. The grasses would find plenty to feed them here but they would not be given the chance to grow. They would not provide cover in which to hide, to camouflage, to aid the hunt.
Rachel DeemingPublished about 23 hours ago in FictionBlood Orange Zombie
_________________ Summer camp big kids sneak out to scale slippery rocks across the rushing water's edge. So we want to do that too. I follow Bubba. He knows everything.
Christy MunsonPublished a day ago in FictionDisillusioned Feelings
"I said NO, and that's FINAL!" "But DaaaAAD!" "Morwenna, stop arguing." "Why can't I just-!" "To. Your. Room. Young lady."
Thavien YliasterPublished a day ago in FictionStarlings
She was sat, having a coffee and gazing out of the window at the washing on the line. The sky was darkening. She should probably think about seeing if it was dry and getting it in. While she could.
Rachel DeemingPublished a day ago in FictionHow I Put 4 Million Suns into a Black Hole Above New York
Introduction to a Cosmic Scale Model in Manhattan In this engaging thought experiment, we embark on creating a scale model of our solar system in the expansive environment of Manhattan, New York. Here, Earth is scaled down to the size of a grape to provide a tangible perspective on the vastness of space.
Anything For My Brothers
Only one more to go. My hands are freezing, even in my gloves. The wind on the roof is biting, but it's the best vantage point around. I can't afford to miss my target. It took a hefty payoff to get this location; I may never get another chance.
An Inconvenience
"Can I go to the toilet?" The teacher smiled that "sorry but no" smile, a slight tilt of the head, a faux-pained look.
L.C. SchäferPublished a day ago in FictionRain
Rain pelts your windows, smudging panes, making what's familiar look a masquerade. Single-minded droplets streak single file toward your soggy soil, but they'll find no answers here. Nothing's planted. What grows here was kin, and our time here has reached its end.
Christy MunsonPublished a day ago in FictionThe Terror Of The Dark
Lying in bed I could hear the quietest of whispers, but where are they coming from? I lay quietly in terror, tuning my ear to listen harder. There’ll be no sleeping tonight, not with the sounds I can hear stemming from under my bed.
Colleen MillsteedPublished a day ago in FictionThe Mission to the Moon
The spaceship Lunar One, led by Captain Joseph Walters, was headed to the moon with a crew of five. This would be the first manned mission to the moon since Apollo 17 in December 1972. NASA has planned six missions to the moon over the next two years as a step towards a mission to Mars.
Roy TsukishimaPublished a day ago in FictionRadiant Requiem
I walked out the coffee shop's door when I heard the siren, the air crisp and still. The booming, ominous noise echoed in the streets and startled me enough to make my coffee drop to the ground. The hot liquid splashed on my bare legs, but I ignored the pain. I ran inside to see the television switch from music videos to an announcement from the President. "In less than 1 minute, the world as we know it will be destroyed." She didn't say much more; she was being taken by the Secret Service.
Charlotte’s Lullaby
Have you ever made yourself into a tight little ball? A tiny space so that you can’t offend? A speck, like dust? Have you ever felt shame so deep, that it feels like organ failure? As if your body is disowning itself?
Rachel RobbinsPublished a day ago in Fiction