Microfiction
Roommates Forever
It was dreary night in October with the wind howling at the closed doors and it was about to rain. No, it was November...no wait it was September, yes because it was the same week I received a raise. Yes, anyways it was a dreary night in September with the wind howling at the closed doors and the air felt heavy and the air fresh almost like it was about to rain. Stewart came home and he set his leather work bag on the floor. Wait...was it the floor? No, he set it down on a chair and took out his unfinished lunch from earlier today and he sat down at the dining room table, and he ate it in silence.
By Adrianna M. Braun2 years ago in Fiction
255 Peanut Butter and Jealousy: Lunchables 13, 1-16
"For you shall worship no other god, for the Lord...is a jealous God (Exodus 34:14). "Psychiatrists say that people who eat peanut butter sandwiches are lonely...And when you're really lonely, the peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth." (You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown)
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Fragments of the Former. Content Warning.
I sit here, fermenting and faded, my jaw slack and eyes milky-white with glazed detachment. My spirit lingers somewhere in my peripheral, mocking me in its fleeting existence between the physical and other. Occasionally I feel it dart from the stale air, through old damp wood and into fresh, foggy mornings. The low clouds sometimes roll through the gaps and cloak me, drifting to place small beads of water on my brow as if I sweat again despite the morning chill.
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Fiction
Another Shift
The rain was pouring down and the air felt a little nippy as it was April. The restaurant that would be normally packed was empty because of the pandemic, we were finally allowed to be open and maybe this month I would not have reach out to my cousin for some rent money, if I was lucky. Tips were not pouring in since many people lost jobs and could barely afford a meal or let alone go out. The patio was open because it was the only way we could be open. I called in earlier in the morning begging to come into to work and luckily, my coworker was sick, so here I was waiting on empty tables for minimum wage.
By Adrianna M. Braun2 years ago in Fiction
Brother's Keeper
The prisoners were in an uproar. All except the hooded man. Sounds of the battle above drifted down to the cells. The Saxon guards were frightened. Sigrid and his Dane warriors were winning. There was thumping on the door above. A guard staggered back. The hooded man was ready, stealthily as a shadow he grabbed the key from the guard’s belt and opened the door.
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Fiction
