Microfiction
Crossed
Long ago, before the sexes were born, two equally different humans existed. Then, they shared the V chromosome, until one day the V unfolded itself into an X. For one human the X doubled, but only one prevailed, barring the other. When the other's V unfolded Y slipped into place, perfectly aligning itself within X, determining a new pathway. Female and Male formed, along with their bodies' mindful voices.
Thavien YliasterPublished a day ago in FictionBig Bad Wolf
In the beginning was the wolf. A fearsome combination of ferocious vanity and utter incompetence, he was only ever a cypher. Existing to embody our unspoken fears while simultaneously assuaging them. He turned out to be a simpleton, bested by a schoolgirl, outwitted by those three giggling piglets.
Andy PottsPublished a day ago in FictionIt's Not My Fault
Prologue This is almost a prose poem or stream of consciousness. The Vocal "Just A Minute" Challenge closes soon and I see so many people who are trying to submit at the last minute, and sometimes failing to hit the deadline. Sometimes it is Vocal's fault, when the server goes down, and that must be very annoying, but sometimes it may be the creator's own set-up, or some real-life episode like a family or work issue that has stopped them, and the fact that they have waited til the last minutes before submitting.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished a day ago in Fiction121: MR. POTATO HEAD — the Toy, the Spud, the Victim
CAUTIONARY TALE A future Mr. Potato Head sat in the produce bin. Any passer-by could grope or handle him. Easy pickings. (The produce bin is open source.) The shopper brought the potato home where he did creepy things with it, including manipulating repurposed body parts.
Gerard DiLeoPublished a day ago in FictionThe Majestic Mountain Adventure
Alright, let me paint you a picture: towering peaks piercing the sky, rugged trails winding through lush forests, and crisp mountain air filling your lungs. Yep, we're talking about the beauty of a majestic mountain, and trust me, it's a sight to behold.
Wisnu Trilung Waluyo JatiPublished a day ago in FictionNot What I Imagined
Silly, silly me! I gave a good friend, who owns a garden contracting business, free range to landscape my backyard and then I went on a relaxing month’s holiday.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 2 days ago in FictionRoar
"You have to get up. Come on. Come on!" He was dazed but he could hear the urgent pleas of another. He opened his eyes to blazing sun and he smelt the dryness of dust. His leg hurt. He reached to put his hand on it and it felt wet, slick but also rough where dirt had stuck, like a crust. His head was pounding, like his heart was in his frontal lobes, trying to beat its way out.
Rachel DeemingPublished 2 days ago in FictionThere Once Was
"Easy Hunter, he's probably just a regular bandit," a shelf flew past his head, "who happens to be really strong." Peering over the table, he witnessed the cloaked robber rummaging amongst the refuse. "What's he searching for anyways?" Seeing him pick up a coin purse, Hunter feared that if he were to run off with it that they'd never be able to pay the pied piper, let alone the cheese tax.
Thavien YliasterPublished 2 days ago in Fiction20 Sentence Story
(Goal: Write a complete story adding a word to each sentence until you reach 20 sentences. Start with a one-word sentence, then two words in the next sentence, three in the following sentence, and so on, progressing to a twenty-word sentence.)
Layson WilliamsPublished 2 days ago in FictionA Pine in the Wind
The fire brought warmth, but the cold eyes of the council pierced him like the biting winter winds. Rayne did not want to be this far from the colony, but the privacy of the issue required it. He hunched his shoulders and lowered his ears in respect and humility, anxious over his secret now revealed. If anyone could help, the elders could, but their stares around the dancing flames shook his resolve.
Layson WilliamsPublished 2 days ago in FictionStarting Line
____________________ You wince, conceding this one race. My first victory in 20 outings against you. I'd celebrate with a victory lap, punching arms overhead with happy fists, dancing my best Rocky Balboa up the crunchy hills like grassy Philly stairs, but I'm too winded.
Christy MunsonPublished 2 days ago in FictionSteadfast Until the End
Steadfast was I made, and steadfast will I remain, though all my brothers be taken from me, I think, as I ready myself for the next volley.