Microfiction
251 Boots on the Ground
His boots trudged over grains of sand which began as boulders—monoliths of strength and bravado—each a memorial obelisk to some victory to come, envisioned by the ones who conscripted the marchers and fitted them into their boots. These memorials were meant to outlast the memories of soldiers and politicians, despots and leaders, wolves and sheep. Yet, memorials stand impermanently, worn down by the endless boots on the ground.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Morality
It was freezing inside that church. Little Jane’s thin coat barely added any warmth to her tiny body. Her shoes had worn so thin that water seeped in when she stepped on the wet ground outside, soaking her wool tights and making her feet cold and wet. She couldn’t feel her toes.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Fiction
Tour Bus. Content Warning.
"And so, you'll notice on your right, Loch Nagar where the two clans of the McKenzies and the McDougalls fought a bloody battle on its shores in the 1300s. No monsters though! It's rumoured certain times of the year you can hear the battle...holy shit! What the fuck is that? It's like a giant wave! Is that water? Pete, what is that? Shit! It's going to hit us! Fuck! What can we do? Okay, those of you on the top deck, I don't want you to panic but you need to move. Now! And people here, close the windows! NOW!"
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Flowers Died Today. Content Warning.
Part One The garden was beautiful that day - vivid, uplifting colors decorating the path to my parents' workshop. I always loved the intertwined scent of my mother's bouquets and my father's rustic furniture that would hit me even before I opened the doors.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
The Green Door
The person did not go back to the secret room for a while for there were too many others that were roaming around the door. She did not want anyone for the time being to know that she knew that the room was there. She wondered who did live there at one time and seems to visit every once in a while, to tidy things up for the girl never seems to notice anyone from the staff going in that general direction maybe they use that back entrance to do their cleaning duties. Maybe I should ask around but not in a conspicuous way. Who should I ask first?
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The Room part three
In this room there are many options that one may take. One way could be to just repaint the walls a white or grayish color or as if it was a child that created the partial image still on the wall for there must have been a reason for it. For what is there for to me it is a garden view for there is lattice and leaves. The plant on the windowsill to the left looks to me like the leaves on the wall. What could this mean? Whoever designed this is one very creative person adult or child.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
