Microfiction
Free as a Bird. Top Story - November 2024.
Of course she’s learned to fly. I’d have expected nothing less. Not from the woman who’d clasp my face between her hands and say: “Don’t tell me the sky’s the limit when there are footprints on the moon. You’ve got to believe in yourself Cale. I know I do.”
By Caroline Craven2 years ago in Fiction
What to believe?
"I don't know what to believe," Christine finished. "The only things that I can't reconcile to what I thought I knew of my husband are the camera and the vision of him with his hands around your throat. I'll never, never, be able to erase that. Never."
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Bloody Virgins
I am annoyed. My eyeballs, I am sure, glint with it. Shining in this handsome face. It is not arrogance, no, only fact. I have not seen it in many years, (shaving is tricky) but I am popular with the ladies, am I not? Good genes. Good skin. Good cheekbones. Charisma. I open my mouth wide, like so— —and I lick these long fangs. I poke one nail in and pick them clean. I am fastidious about this. One must floss. Very important. It is habit now, a thoughtful semi-colon. The bed: crumpled, empty. Tattered remains of the curtains billow into the room. Knowing what I will see, I stalk to the balcony and peer over, talons beating an irritated rhythm on the railing. Far below, her rather pretty form moves steadily down the rock face. She has fashioned a rope from torn and knotted curtains. What is wrong with the door?
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Journal entry: November 2050
November 2050 Dear Journal, Here I am an 80-year-old man sitting in my favorite chair with my robotic dog, Miss Pokey. I got her after my real Miss Pokey decided it was time to go if you know what I mean. Now when I am waiting for the automatic food dispenser to cook dinner, and the television turns on right in time for my favorite show I sit and remember when I did these things myself. I tried to do these menial tasks, but the alarm in this Smart house keep going off when I try. Oh, for olden times.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
Night Walk
Unable to fall asleep due to a sense of unease, I decide to slip from my warm bed and back into my street clothes to go for a late-night walk and clear my head. Breathing deeply of the cool, damp air, I head off in the general direction of the slumbering village’s garden.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Three Can Keep a Secret if Two of Them are Dead. . Top Story - November 2024. Content Warning.
Mother taught me once a word was spoken it could never be unsaid. “If you gossip behind people’s backs, a little bird will tell them. If you tell even one friend your secret, the secret’s out, Cupcake.”
By Holly Pheni2 years ago in Fiction
The Ushers Of The Year's End. Top Story - November 2024.
Introduction This is just an example piece for my forthcoming prompt and challenge in December 2024. I hope you enjoy it. The music is Mary Hopkin singing "Lirazel" from the album "The King Of Elflands Daughter". The album written by the former members of "Steeleye Span", Peter Knight and Bob Johnson. Starring:- Christopher Lee as The King of Elfland and the narrator; Mary Hopkin as Lirazel; Frankie Miller as Alveric; Alexis Korner as A Troll; P.P. Arnold as The Witch; Derek Brimstone and Chris Farlowe as Villagers of Earl. released in 1977.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
