Microfiction
The Plants part 2
As the man was looking around the greenhouse, he began to notice that the tools were being used by someone, but who. He would never suspect anyone from town for they all knew that the owners do not come and prepare for the holiday season at least for another few weeks. The man sniffed, but what was that it was flowery and spicy at the same time. It was almost like a perfume or cologne. He walked around and as he got closer to the pine trees the scent got stronger. He continued to investigate and then he felt something.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare Door
There was only one rule: “don’t open the door.” That’s what all the parents in the town of Springwood, Ohio told their children about the house on 1428 Elm Street. 17 year old John Camp was walking home from basketball practice when he came across the house on elm street. He thought about what the adults in the town told him about not opening the front door. He slowly walk up the stairs of the porch and opened the unlocked front door.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
Dave's Wish
Bethan I want to know what she means by "photos" but I don't feel like I can quiz her when she's so distressed although I know that it will rankle me until I get the chance. Did she send photos to someone else? There were other things too I wanted to know and not just about what else was on the film. What about her life? I need details. Was my husband leading a double life? I think she knows.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Door Bites
There was only one rule: “don’t open the door.” Sheldon was walking past the famous “Blood Door” on his way home from work. “It sure is a cold October night” he thought to himself. “What I wouldn’t give for a warm cup of hot choco-” before Sheldon could finish his train of thought the “Blood Door” caught his attention from his peripheral vision.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
A Window into Love: How Queer Representation Opened My Heart and Mind
A Window into Love: How Queer Representation Opened My Heart and Mind Growing up, my openness to eccentric encounters was restricted, best case scenario, and slanted even from a pessimistic standpoint. In the humble community where I resided, discussions about sexuality and orientation were either met with uneasiness or excused out and out. The LGBTQ+ people group was a theoretical idea, something that existed "elsewhere," yet never in my nearby world. It wasn't so much that I held onto any plain biases; it was more that I didn't have the foggiest idea. I wasn't educated to understand the encounters of individuals who were not quite the same as me along these lines, thus I had never truly pondered what it intended to carry on with a daily existence as somebody outside the parallel and hetero standards.
By Md Obydur Rahman2 years ago in Fiction
The Lesson, too
That night after the teacher left the little child at the blackboard blinked his eyes and looked around and seen nobody around. "Finally, I can move. For a while there I thought I was figured out." The child moved about slowly for now he had to figure out why he was there in his old classroom. Could it be to be taught a lesson or to teach a lesson. He wrote something on the chalkboard for the children the next day. It went like this-- Listen to the teacher or you will end up here like me in school forever.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The Lesson 3
The children all came to class early for some reason, but the teacher was not there yet, but the child was once again where he was yesterday, but with one change he was pointing to what he wrote on the blackboard, and they all read it together. They agreed and he slowly began to fade. Their teacher had many scrapbooks there and they found a picture of the boy. This child was a student of their teacher years ago but had to stay afterschool one day for not listening to the teacher. "Hey guys, I think we should start listening."
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
