Microfiction

342 Night of Infamy
"Men," the severe, sunglasses-wearing man began, "ours is a special vocation. We are the elite force assigned to protect the most important man in the world."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
More Mischief
In that moment between sleeping and waking, there are two ways of being. Either all is well in the world, or something is wrong. You can feel it when you've overslept, or when Someone is in the house.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Danny and Bernie
One day Danny went out walking and just wandering and wondering around the forest. As he was walking, he nearly ran into Bernie, his friend the skunk, who seemed to be doing the same thing. What's you doing? they both asked. Just out for a walk for I was kind of bored. I was thinking the same thing, so I meandered out of house and here we are. Let's have a race over to those berries and who gets there first gets the tastiest berries. Okay. I believe Danny decided to let Bernie win for all knen Danny was fastest.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The Mission part six
"What do you think? Should we report back or keep looking a little more. It is a small country town. It shouldn't take long. "Let's keep looking around just to play it safe, okay." They all gave a thumbs up. As they continued their mission. They searched the remaining buildings and came up with nothing, but Team Beta had that eerie feeling, and wouldn't you know it they heard a crash and out they went to check it out only as soldiers can. One went out to check as the others stood cover. As the others covered the sarge went.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The Mission part five
Team A as mentioned went one way and Team B of Beta Team went the over way and in so doing recon Team A heard a noise and they went to investigate, Team B also heard a noise but it was only the wind rattling a trash can. Team A worked their way to the apartment building where they heard the noise. As they got closer, they could of swore it sounded human, can guess what it was only a cat. They laughed and maneuvered down the street and met up with Team B. Should we report what we saw?
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Council. AI-Generated.
The Whispering Council Brookmoor was, in its time, secrets clutched to the air like morning mist. But a newly elected mayor by the name of Eleanor Vance believed she could break that spell. Her campaign motto—"Truth. Transparency. Trust."—had resonated with the people who were tired of the shadow-dealing and the whispers. However, change is a very dangerous ambition, Eleanor will soon learn.
By Tridib Borah2 years ago in Fiction
A Special Event
Wind blown towns hummed with the sounds of commerce. Studs Gramble, thirty-eight, walked the Wilmington, Delaware streets with a purpose. Brown-skinned, he ambled around an open market with much aplomb. A limited edition, high-end doll that boasted its role as an astronaut nearly poked out of the plastic and cardboard which encased it.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
Drab-ble
"Writing a story in 100 words is a real skill," the creative writing teacher advised. "It's all about what you include." Tony stopped listening. These classes really were dull. They weren't teaching him anything that he didn't know already. He'd show them. 100 words? Difficult? Not for him!
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
Neither of you know that this will be your last letter. It sits on your father’s walnut desk. When you loved him, you knew it was a forbidden love, a Jewish girl falling in love with a Christian boy in Nazi Germany.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell2 years ago in Fiction
Stream of Unconsciousness
In my dream, I walk up to three urinals. I step into the middle, flanked by the stainless steel defenders of dignity. After finding myself through a maze of denim and cotton, an older man approaches the urinal on my right. I cannot see his face, but time has left a topographical map in his wrinkled skin and tendrils of hair reach out from the depths of his ears. As he urinates, he narrates. He tells me how he fell in love with Johnnie Walker. How he paid and paid for the pleasure of Mr. Walker’s company, forsaking the love of all others. And when he couldn’t afford even the least of Johnnie Walker’s ministrations, he’d give himself over to lesser hands rather than take it as a sign to return to the ones who truly loved him. All I could do was stand there, bladder ready to burst, my stage fright in full effect the entire length of his monologue. Finally, his stream of words ended, and he shuffled away.
By Sean A.2 years ago in Fiction
Block. Content Warning.
In the garage next to the flat I am renting is a rectangular block of concrete, four feet by two feet by two feet, that is sixteen cubic feet of concrete. It is too heavy to move, but I wonder why it is there.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Scream on a Beam. Content Warning.
Her scream threatened to bring the ceiling down on her head. Her face was a horrified rictus, unable to tear her eyes off the wretched shape dangling from the beam. Poor Malcolm. His tabby fur looked scraggly, his eyes glassy, and his tongue protruded. A tiny voice in the back of her mind said, the kids will hear you. They'll be scared. They'll come down to see what's wrong... Rooted to the spot, staring at poor, dead Malcolm, Sandy's brain worked overtime. Where had the creepy little bastard gone? How could she protect the children? She was ready to move, any moment now... When arms reached out of the shadows to grab her, and a hand clamped across her mouth.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction