Microfiction
Peep Mirror Thrills
Wang Gang graduated from university and faced repeated setbacks in finding a job, so he simply became a "NEET" , staying at home all day. Over time, he felt bored and ordered a high-powered telescope online. When he was bored, he would set up the telescope, and the men and women in the opposite building seemed right in front of him, very clear.
By John Bruce2 years ago in Fiction
Nevertheless
This was the biggest waste of time ever, and it was keeping Sandy from her escape plans. It was hard to be patient in the face of such absolute rubbish. Sandy had had to explain, yet again, where the elf came from, and what it had got up to. The nurse said, "Is the elf in the room with us now?" Sunday wanted to snap. Longed to cut through the layers of condescension and suggestion. Roll her eyes and say, "of course not!", or better yet, "fuck off". Instead she schooled her voice to calmness, and smoothed the scowl off her face. A deep, cleansing breath... "No," she said, her tone dull and flat. "I tore it up into little bits and tried to set it on fire. That's why I'm here, isn't it? So Ji... the elf couldn't possibly be here." The nurse watched her with eyes like beetles, staring out of a doughy, powdered face. "Nevertheless." Her foundation is too light and she uses too much, and her hair is too dark. Makes her look washed out. Not to mention, it looks ridiculous. No way that's her natural colour at her age. Looks like a cheap box colour, too. The nurse cleared her throat. "The thing is, you know that is the logical answer, but do you really believe it?" Sandy stared back, thoroughly bored now, and eager to get back to her gaming buddy in the common room. "This was left for you," the nurse continued, holding out a red and white striped package. Sandy took it, wary, and tore off the paper. When she saw the bright red tunic and stupid, staring eyes, she dropped it like a rattlesnake and swallowed a scream. She didn't hear what the nurse said next. Too busy backing away, revulsion stamped on her face. "I said," the nurse repeated, smugness accumulating like gunk in the corners of her thin lips, "Now do you see? You don't really believe the elf was burned. On some level you feared that could be him, didn't you?" Sandy wanted to say no, no, you're wrong, that's not how it works at all... " but the nurse was on a roll. "Do you understand?" she was saying, "Do you believe me that you're in the best place?"
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
A Gumshoe Kind of Christmas. Top Story - December 2024. Content Warning.
Mist from my vaporizer mixed with the steam coming from the Wilmington, Delaware streets. In my gumshoes, I walked stealthily. I saw him cross the street. He wore civilian attire, but I knew it had to be him by his gait. No sleigh, no clinging bells, no reindeer; the whole sense of his identity had been stripped away like gift wrap.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
"The Sun Dwellers: A Fiery Civilization"
The idea of life on the Sun seemed preposterous. I mean, who could live on a giant ball of fire? That’s what we’ve always believed. The Sun, a searing inferno at the heart of ou"The Sun Dwellers: A Fiery Civilization" Description:r solar system, was meant to sustain life only from a distance. But that all changed when Dr. Rhea Kael, an astrophysicist with an insatiable curiosity, made an extraordinary discovery.
By Say the truth 2 years ago in Fiction
The Old Magician Who Can't Do Magic
There was a road with substandard thickness, strength, and smoothness. The only thing "worth praising" about it was the potholes on the road. These potholes would fill up and become flat as soon as you filled them, but they would reappear as soon as you walked away. When a little rain or sewage flowed into the potholes, they would remain unchanged despite the scorching sun and the wheels of vehicles, not diminishing for ten days or half a month. The local residents complained bitterly, but no one took action.
By John Bruce2 years ago in Fiction
The Timeline of the Antichrist: A Shadowy Figure
The Antichrist, a figure shrouded in religious and mythical prophecies, remains a subject of fascination and fear. In Christian eschatology, the Antichrist is often depicted as a powerful and deceptive individual who will arise during the end times, opposing and mimicking Christ.
By Kelly Munala Brookes2 years ago in Fiction
