Microfiction
Fantasy Prologue II
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The villagers of Eldergrove watched in disbelief as the water, once a gentle flow shimmering under the sun, defied the laws of nature. Fish leaped skyward, plucked from the air by curious children who had rushed to the riverbank. Birds paused mid-flight, bewildered by the sight, their songs silenced by the enchantment that hung in the air.
By Arshad Sajjad Khan2 years ago in Fiction
Voices of the Silenced: Stories from the Margins
Settled amid hazy mountains, Graymoor was a quiet town where the breeze murmured stories that nobody needed to hear. Graymoor was simply one more stop on a long, twisting course to the passing voyagers. The town square was broken with age, the congregation steeple was mature, and the cobblestone roads were all around worn. Not many individuals focused on the little, for the most part, failed to remember the rear entryway that began the principal street, where the genuine stories the ones that nobody at any point discussed were kept.
By AKM Shayful islam2 years ago in Fiction
Rules Ain’t for Me
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. It was a simple rule, clear and easy to understand. Everyone involved in the experiment was told what the rule was. What they weren’t told is what would happen if anyone opened the door. Why would anyone need to be told about the consequences opening the door would bring? Everyone involved was an adult. They all volunteered to participate in the research and were being paid well for their time. All that was required was follow the rule and keep the door shut.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
Prologue II: The River’s Secret
Author: Dream Books Sanjeevi Some say the river actually flows in the opposite direction, and it did the day the Queen disappeared. The water was glimmering, but usually flowing towards the sea; and originating a storm and desperate movement as if the world rejected what had occurred. People were caught standing on the river’s edge with their eyes opened wide and their lips open in prayers to gods who had deserted them. This was no ordinary omen.
By Sanjeevi Kandasamy2 years ago in Fiction
Grass
To lie on green grass with someone you are close to, between the trees and the river.Feel the breeze, and the sunshine, enjoy the bees and butterflies flitting between buttercups, sunflowers, asters and daisies.The smell of newmown grass.Listen to the water flowing in the river, maybe you could dip your feet in there, and see the fish swimming, without a care.As we lay on the grass we hear birdsong and see swifts and swallows above us and they sing to the world, flying free.Our cares are forgotten as we recuperate and relax and become one with nature and appreciate it's beauty.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Matt's Dilemma
Matt I wake up again. It's the same thing that's jolted me awake. Every time. I've told my wife it's sleep apnoea and she seems to have accepted it. She's made a comment about going to the doctor but I've managed to stave that off, for now. I don't need a machine muzzling me every night. That's not going to stop the nightmares.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
