Microfiction
You Must Be The Change You Wish To See In The World. Top Story - November 2024.
“Spare a penny, young lady?” the old man asked, proffering a tin cup that had seen better days twenty years prior. Furtive eyes glanced quickly toward him, then away as high heels clicked past, their pace quickening.
By Laura Pruett2 years ago in Fiction
Supers
This is humanity's error. Never put all your hope in one person, or one class. Don't assume any group is innocent, or better. All are fallible. Do you think us happy? The world might look like paradise now, but I don't know if what I'm seeing is even real! Or if reality is being bent around me. Or maybe my mind is being pressed one way or another. Talk about your headfuck.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
For what reason Do We Dream? Disentangling the Secrets of the Brain
One conspicuous hypothesis proposes that dreaming fills in as an essential capability in memory solidification. During rest, the mind replays and cycles data obtained over the course of the day, reinforcing brain associations and moving recollections from present moment to long haul stockpiling. Dreams might go about as a psychological practice, assisting us with setting our encounters and gain from them.
By prettytwinklx2 years ago in Fiction
Flitter-mouse
My word: Flitter-mouse Flitter-mouse is a Tudor period word for bat I like this better than bat, maybe because it's more literal in its descriptiveness as bats do look a little like flying mice; although if you see one up close, you realise that they're not really like mice at all. It made me wonder where the word "bat" came from if "flitter-mouse" is what they called them in Tudor times.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Belief
Christine added, "You said he was scared? What do you mean, scared?" Bethan felt like she was all at sea without a lifebelt. How to navigate this? She was going to have to rely on her own brief judgement of Christine and what she knew of Katie. Christine seemed rational but she'd also just hit her husband over the head with a rock. These truly were uncharted waters and Bethan wished she could scramble to safety as there was no chance of anyone else rescuing her from this.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Gift
There was something miraculous about today, as well as something nerve-wracking. The fact that she had survived was a miracle, but she was frightened as she gathered things together for teaching Sunday School that she had missed for six weeks. A few kids came to see her while she was in the hospital, but most couldn’t. By the time she was ready to go home, nearly every inch of her room was covered with homemade cards and gifts, making everyone who entered the room smile.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell2 years ago in Fiction
Milo The Compassionate. AI-Generated.
In a tranquil glade on the edge of the Whispering Woods lay the village of Pemberbrook, a cozy enclave where the gentle babbling of the creek blended with the vibrant rustling of leaves. The villagers were a delightful mix of woodland creatures, but among them, none was quite as spirited as Milo, the lovable mink.
By Toby Heward2 years ago in Fiction
