Microfiction
The Lesson
There was a child who stood at a chalkboard was he real of something else. No one knew for sure, but he never changes as if he were frozen in that place. The other children would go up to him and try to touch him to see if he is real and when they do touch him, they all seem to feel slightly different. They all went to the teacher and asked about the boy. The teacher said, "What boy?" "The one standing at the blackboard." The teacher said, "There is no boy there." "Go back to your seats, now."
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
Forgotten Parents
This weekend, Zhou Xiaowu invited three people for dinner. Among the three, two are his bosses, and the other is a friend he has known for many years, all of whom are very important to him. Zhou Xiaowu called them a day in advance, and everyone said it was fine. So, Zhou Xiaowu booked a private room in the hotel and arrived early.
By John Bruce2 years ago in Fiction
Floating
Floating in a warm pool, looking like Ophelia but full of warmth and life. Feel the soothing water and the sun on your face and body.A gentle breeze blows, and the music of birdsong and bees surrounds you, blowing through rushes at the water's edge.You move your hands and feet enjoying the feel of the water, it is almost as good as the warmth of your duvet when you wake and don't want to leave your bed.This is a feeling you want to last for a long time, so soothing, and spreading happiness through your whole body.There is no pressure here, just warmth, love and comfortYou are one with Gaia and nature and your soul is replenished by this feelingLet the feeling wash over you, and heal your soul
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Sink School
Note: I first heard the term 'sink school' - or 'estate school' - in an interview with a filmmaker who survived one. A sink school is a school that is noted for its underachievement. A drabble is a story that is exactly 100 words. I have decided to approach this as a file in a school's folder telling a terrible truth that is all too common.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Parlor Games
There was only one rule: dont open the door. A voice delivered the message at deliverance. Flick, flicker, flick Finally, flick, flick, and light He held a bic lighter in his right hand. If he could see the door, he'd probably want to open it. He saw a table with a candle and a single chair. He lit the candle with his lighter. A wood door and frame sat dramatically lit just beyond the table. The door looked as if made from a very solid wood. "I can't go through the door, but the voice said nothing about the wall.", the idea gave him a clever self approval confidence. He started kicking and hitting the wall. He felt his knuckles crush and crunckle with each punch. The skin cracked and bled around his knuckles. He picked up the chair. He broke a leg off and started using it to puncture the wall. He treated it like carving a pumpkin. He made spaced holes in a rectangular shape. Then he worked on connecting the dots. When the one leg wore down, he pick up another. Eventually he walked through the hole in the wall. The wall wasn't paper thin, but it was thinner than a typical wall in a home. He never hit a stud, which he felt was luck. As he stepped through the hole he found himself in a new room. One with light, but no chair. A voice sounded, "There is only one rule: don't open the door". "Where am I? What is this place?" He had a decision to make. Start the process of making another hole in the wall, staying in place, or breaking the rule and accepting the consequence from opening the door. The wall looked tougher this time. Would he continue to make holes to no end.... Sent via the Samsung Galaxy
By simplicity2 years ago in Fiction
The Teacher
There was a teacher in a particular classroom 113. The teacher was nice enough, but no student knew for sure. This teacher always had a smile on their face. Could we really trust this one the students said to each other. In the hallways they all kind of walk around this teacher and the classroom they were at times afraid to move even to adjust themselves at their desks. One day the smiling teacher turned towards the class and the teachers' true self came through loud and clear and hissing all the way not one student could move away now.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The 13th Door
There was only one rule: “don’t open the door.” Alexis and Jackie are in their care on their way to the camp grounds of Crystal Lake when Alexis decides to stop at the infamous Voorhees house on the way there. “What are we doing here, Lex?” Jackie asked. “I just wanna see it” Alexis replied. “See what?” Jackie asked. “The Voorhees House” Alexis began. “This is the family home of Jason Voorhees”. “Wait, you mean the Crystal Lake killer?” Jackie asked with surprise.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
