Microfiction
239 A Day at Dr. Grimm's Office Part 3
SLEEPING BEAUTY and NECROMANTICISM Dr. Grimm didn't usually make house calls, but it was necessary in this case. He walked into the single room thatched hut and sniffed. Almonds? he wondered. No, that wasn't it. Something else. But after doing his physical exam, he had a diagnosis at least. The wicked witch and Prince Charming patiently awaited his official disposition.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Super Hero Watermelon To The Rescue
Louise Lane may seem harmless, do not be fooled . She was always wearing hot pink outfit with some green stilettos. The hot pink outfit of hers can turn deadly. Watermelon 🍉 seeds appeared on her outfit when she become deadly. When her outfit fire away those watermelon seeds bullet stay away.
By Mariann Carroll2 years ago in Fiction
Mutiny
Captain Metzger heard of the H.M.S Bounty. He heard how a crew turned on Lieutenant Bligh in 1787, and he heard how, by all odds, when the Lieutenant was set adrift in a leaky skiff, the officer and a few followers made a three-thousand-mile voyage to the East Indies with the loss of only one life. The Lieutenant had made the most incredible voyage to the corner of civilization to save what was left of his loyal crew, and he read in the papers how Bligh was exonerated and promoted to captain. The man was practically a celebrity, and Metzger looked forward to meeting him.
By Aaron Michael Grant2 years ago in Fiction
Carny Night
Walking stealthily along the carnival Midway just after a dark midnight. Harold stayed near one side so he could see the watchman, if there was one, before he himself was seen. Most likely, anyone else there would be using a flashlight, so would be easy to spot in plenty of time.
By C. L. Nichols2 years ago in Fiction
In the Shadow
It was a horrible day, the moment that I realized I would never be allowed in the spotlight. You know his name. I won't name him for copyright reasons. Oh, not that universe, or the other one. And he's been seen in both of those, the multiverses, song verses, whatever. Suffice it to say, you know the name.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Subject Nine
The last thing I remember was a van pulling up near the ally that I and some others called home. They opened their doors and offered out cups of hot soup and bread, along with hot drinks. Very welcomed on that cold night, but it all got fuzzy after drinking the coffee …
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Mirage
“Mirage nabs a mob boss. Stayed tuned for this story and more on your Local News at 9, right here on WXYZ, Channel 7.” The newscaster could barely be heard over the bustle of the midday lunch crowd, but Lou’s ears perked up. He glanced around nervously, as he often did under these circumstances.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Fiction
