Microfiction
357 Memoirs of Eddie H. Christ, Jesus' Little Brother: Road Trip
The Star of the Magi had provoked astronomical speculation for centuries—well, among Christian astronomers. Some have theorized that it was a nearby supernova. Jesus explained that it wasn’t, because the resulting gamma ray burst—whatever that was—would have wiped out the world. So, probably not.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Water Cooler. Content Warning.
CEO Cindy Calloway clutched the pistol. She kept a .380 under her desk in her Wilmington, Delaware corner office. When she heard a scream, she moved with swiftness from her crouched position to a bear crawl to the door. On the opposite side, lifeless bodied littered the space against chairs and desks along the floor.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
The Queen of Despair
"The moon is rising, Dara! We need to go!" Dara was so tired. They had been running for days and the weariness made her leaden. She didn't feel like she could move anymore. It was too hard. What were they running for anyway? They were doomed. There was nothing they could do to stop the Queen...
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
A Warm Touch
When you are touched mentally or physically by warmth it makes your heart flutter and soothes your soul.It may be an empath showing love and caring for you or hugging you when you are cold. It could be the feel of the water running over your body in a warm shower, you never want that to stop do you?It may be a text, a letter or a phone call, telling you that you are loved and cared for. All these can give your heart and soul a lift.Being together with a friend or lover in the warm when it is cold outside.When they take away the pressure of life and all you have to do is appreciate the good things, and they make you realise that there really are many of those, even though they are different for all people.It can be lying in a warm bed, being tucked in, and told that you are cared for and loved.Because you all are by me.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Twilight Love
Zhang Mingda, a 48-year-old former manual laborer, has a daughter named Zhang Ying who is married and works as a manager at a joint venture. With no burdens, Zhang Mingda retired early and now works as a security guard at a facility, living a comfortable life.
By John Bruce2 years ago in Fiction
Frantica
When Karl slumped over, Sandy dragged in lungfuls of air through her bruised throat. For a moment, she was consumed by sheer relief. This was followed by a cascade of emotions at seeing her friend again. The woman looked frankly terrified and had pulled back away from Karl's lump form with a repulsed expression on a her face. It was as if Karl was a highly venomous snake. "Come on," Sandy's voice sounded hoarse. "I don't know how long he will be out, but we need to get away before he wakes up." She didn't want to think about how angry he would be, or what he might do. Sandy flew from room to room, calling until she found her childen asleep in one of the bedrooms She shook them by the shoulder in turn None responded. Dark and ugly suspicions congealed in her mind. She felt for Summer's pulse. Relief at finding it was swallowed by alarm at how faint and slow it seemed. Wyatt's was the same. Matty's seemed worse. Phone, dammit, I need my phone... Could I carry all three down to the car? Could I wake summer enough to walk or run? Should I barricade myself in this room so Karl can't get to us? Does that look crazy? Wait.... What would a sane person do? Sandy dialled 999, requested ambulance and police, and repeated the address. "I think he's drugged my children They're not moving. They're breathing, but they're not moving..." Attempts to rouse Summer were fruitless. Wyatt stirred, and then slipped right back under. Sandy was beginning to sob in panic. Karl will come to any moment! We have to go! A warm and steady hand alighted on her arm for a moment, bringing her calm. Then the mute redhaired woman scooped up Summer in both arms, and strode away. Sandy threw Wyatt over her shoulder, and clutched Matty to her with what strength she had left. When they passed the shape of Karl, huddled in an unceremonious lump on the floor, she kept her eyes averted from it. There was a sickening pool of blood seeping from his head where the vase had hit him. They bundled all three children into the back seat of the car, and Sandy drove them a little way down the bumpy lane. I want to stay close enough for the ambulance to find us, but I don't want to be under his nose when he comes to.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
I Heard That
This is the time of year everyone acts all friendly and happy to see each other. People I haven’t seen for a year show up at my door bearing food and presents. They are all smiles and hugs. It’s all for show. Why are they never around the rest of the year? If they cared that much, I would think they would come around more often instead of waiting until the official, it’s time to be nice to each other, time of year.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
