Microfiction
Beaten by a Girl
The boys moved like a pack but Laney was sure of step, and danced away from them, laughing gaily and giggling every time she thwarted them. She was like an ethereal spirit, weaving, seemingly made of something other, the boys' fingers never grazing her, even though their grubby nails came close, so close...
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Aliens Reverse the Activity Series
"There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” Alien bastards turned our activity series upside down. Must be what fits their life forms. In 48 hours all the gold, lead, steel, and just about every other metal alloy disintegrated. Hydrogen too. So much for water. Lithium is stable. Only safe place is this battery factory. More than twenty thousand of us packed in like sardines. Lots of pure oxygen because the hydrogen fizzes away. Safe if the door stays shut. Open it and everything evaporates. Every element on earth turns against us. They beat us without firing a shot.
By Paul A. Merkley2 years ago in Fiction
The Plants part 4
He continued to chop his way, and it was a fight for when he got loose from the pines the little plants and seedlings decided to get into the act and the man for some reason could not hurt the young plants and he saw the rope that was used to tug huge supplies around. He climbed the rope and began swinging back and forth to gain enough to swing to the door and out. One more big swing and jumped through the door and began running down the old road. Now he told everyone what was happening. Nobody believed.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The Plants part 3
The man felt like something was tugging at him and he looked all around then he looked down and there was this vine twining itself around his leg. He tried to cut it loose and the tighter it got. Then the pines got into the act and their branches held the man still as the vines continued to envelope him. He screamed but he knew nobody would hear him here. His one arm was still free for the time being and he saw the hatchet within his grasp, and he started chopping and chopping and chopping seeing the splinters fly.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The Plants
At the edge of town there was an old greenhouse that was still in business but only at Holiday time. The rest of the year it just seemed to sit, but one can notice at times that the plants that one can see just seem to be too alive, could that be possible. There was a man who used to work there, and he went to check it out, but when he did, he was shocked to see that the plants seemed to have taken over the greenhouse, but how when no one seemed to even bother to care for.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
