Microfiction
Beneath the Streetlights: A Love Story Amidst the Shadows
Underneath the Streetlights The breeze was gnawing that evening, more honed than expected. It slice through the layers of worn out garments folded over Joseph's body, leaving him with the recognizable hurt of cold in his bones. The roads had been his home throughout recent years, and however every colder time of year brought its own difficulties, it was the forlornness that burdened him the most. The streetlamps above cast faint pools of light on the broke asphalt, however to Joseph, they appeared to be more similar to brutal bright lights on his life — a presence he hadn't picked, yet had figured out how to get by.
By Md Obydur Rahman2 years ago in Fiction
Johnny Bravo: Lost in Space
Johnny Bravo, the narcissistic ladies' man with a heart of gold, found himself in a predicament that would make even the bravest astronauts tremble. It all started with a simple desire: to impress his neighbor, Suzy Carmichael, with a grand gesture. Inspired by the latest blockbuster space movie, Johnny decided that nothing less than a trip to the moon would suffice.
By Kelly Munala Brookes2 years ago in Fiction
Riverdale: A Town of Secrets and Scandals
Riverdale, a seemingly idyllic small town nestled in the heart of America, hides a sinister underbelly. Beneath its charming facade lies a world of secrets, scandals, and a dark conspiracy that threatens to unravel the lives of its residents.
By Kelly Munala Brookes2 years ago in Fiction
Do You Know Who I Am?
People know me for three things. First, my signature look: a combination of large sunglasses and colourful headscarves. Second, what I am most famous for: I create unique stone sculptures. Breathtaking works, which, incidentally, stupid rich people pay too much money for.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Where Are You Taking Me?
Here we are at the County Fair! While walking along the midway I see this girl and the cutest little dog she's carrying. I go over and ask why are carrying your pal. She says, "I forgot the leash, but I had this snuggly in the car. Glad she is a small dog." We decided to walk together down the midway and we all got some ice cream, and the dog loved it for it was vanilla. We played some of the games and I won a stuffed dog that kind of looked like her dog she claimed the toy.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
