Microfiction
My Baby. Content Warning.
Everytime I see that heavy belly I want to punch something. Break something. Roy and I tried for years. One by one, our friends shared their happy news. We couldn't avoid them. Social media meant that we saw them even when we didn't see them. It felt like every month brought another announcement. At first, I unfollowed them, but it got so I'd have to unfollow almost all my friends.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Cwtch
Cwtch (like butch but with a slightly longer "oo" sound) My chosen word is Welsh and is a word which I never used at home, as despite being Welsh, my parents never spoke the Welsh language. I would imagine that ancestors of mine did but I only learnt very basic Welsh at school as was required by the curriculum and I wish I knew more. It is something that I have always regretted. I know a smattering but nothing that would enable me to hold a conversation and it is a notoriously difficult language to learn. However, despite my lack of proficiency in it, I have a connectedness to it that I feel in my blood with its harsh sounds and its sing-song rhythm. Indeed, when I hear it especially in the national anthem of Wales, I feel it like a cwtch, which means a cuddle or embrace, with a sense of offering warmth and safety.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Answers?
Katie I open the door and a woman is standing there. It takes me a moment to realise who she is and I watch as her face goes through a range of expressions: determination, the readiness for a fight; puzzlement, a surprise that has taken her aback; hope, a light that unknits her features; realisation, a hammer to the face that crushes it.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Steve McQueen's Green Rat Always Gets His Man
It's stalking me. Every street I wander, every alley. Anywhere I go. I feel its presence. Its headlights shine through me to my soul. Its slick outline and metallic sheen haunt my every waking moment. At night, there's no reprieve. Its animalistic roar drowns out silent dreams. Since my visit, I have become a marked man. One look sealed my fate. It chose me. Tony at the Museum warned me. The Green Rat always gets his man. Now, in a deserted parking lot, I hear a roar, tires screeching, and the crisp air vanishes—then, all is black. Freedom?
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Goddess
She was the dust and the storm and the wind and the waves. She was the space between the pillars of existence, holding up the world on her shoulders while standing on the burning fires of the immortal realms. She was the invisible expanse of the sky and the solid reality of the earth.
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Fiction
Something Bugging You?
He scratched at his scalp with dirty fingernails, grinning a yellow grin. I've no idea where he came from, whether he is homeless, or unhoused, or nomadic, or or or... and we aren't meant to judge. We breathe through our mouths, and offer what help we can.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Dear George. Top Story - October 2024.
Dear George, Crooks is helpin' me write this. 'Cause you kno' I ain't good with words. I been thinkin' a lot. I wanna say sorry I make things hard for you. I kno' I ain't too smart. You always gotta look out for me. Sometimes, I think you'd be better off without me causin' trouble.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
