Microfiction
The Green Door
The next day the young girl went back to the door. She looked around to make sure no one followed her here. She took the key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She slowly opened the door. When her eyes adjusted to the low light of the room, she noticed that the room has rudimentary furniture, such as table and chairs, a sofa and chair that matched and an old rocking chair that she sort of remembered. There were a few pictures on the walls and there was also a bookcase that had a few figurines and when she walked up to the bookcase, she thought she also kind of remembered them for they were figurines of various animals.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
Dream Catcher
In the deepest depths of your dreams you may find her. Dressed in white woven fishnet with tribal accents, but she doesn’t always appear in that form. Sometimes she doesn’t appear at all. Sometimes when you find yourself in deep sleep paralysis or sleep walking moving against your will, you might be at her whim. They call her Dream-Catcher.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Fiction
Kismet
Brett was sitting on the old and worn couch in his apartment, drinking a cup of tea from his favourite mug, a Jurassic Park logo with “Tea-Rex” across it. The news was the normal cycle of garbage; wars that shouldn’t be happening, terrifying politicians somehow still with a chance, domestic violence on the rise, and then coverage of a teen girl becoming viral for doing something suggestive in an online interview … which seems about right for the world now.
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Leaving the Nest
Elijah was a young emperor penguin. As with most young penguins, his parents set rules for him. Where he could go, what time he had to be home, with whom he could hangout. As with most young penguins reaching their teenage years, he resented all such rules.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
The Green Door
The young girl approached the wall with all the ivy growing upon it when she noticed the green door. She noticed the lock on the door as well as the small heart at the top of the door. The young girl decided to look around the ivy vines to see if there was a key anywhere. She kind of knew that the key was probably with the owner, but she remembered a story a long time ago that some people hid keys around, so that they did not have to always carry them around and it kind of made things simpler. She noticed that the hinges were new looking so the door could not be that old and the green paint still had the new paint smell of being freshly done. The one question that came to the mind of the young girl, of course, what could be so important to keep behind a door? She knew that some people kept garden tools behind such doors, but for this area that did not seem likely. What could be behind this particular door in a suburb of Washington, DC?
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
Tales of The Blackbird. Content Warning.
"HOOOLLLDD THE RODDERRR!” I screamed, being the captain of the sparrow, the fastest ship on the entire eastern sea, I had to be stern with my crew lest they step outta line, especially now of all times with the roaring storm calling our souls to ol’ Davy Jones. Fear ripped through the hearts of my entire crew as they hear a cracking sound coming from the main mastas it shattered and fell tearing down one of the sails and obliterating half my cabin. This one event brought misfortune, nearly turning the ship on its back and exposing the barnacles that lay under it. Alas, it was my job to save them all. I ordered the anchor to be dropped as I ran past the mizzen and headed to the lower deck. I had always kept the cannons loaded incase of an ambush and now that one insignificant rule was about to be put to good use. “Fire!” I shouted nearly tearing my own eardrums. But why? Some may ask. It was to push the ship backward and slow it down, and it worked. We took down the sails and some of my men decided to camp in the lower deck for the night leaving the ship at the mercy of the storm. I on the other hand stood at the nose of my ship. As fearless and as brave as ever, and that’s when I felt it, a sharp pain in my lower back. It was a blade. Lodged into my spine by one of my own. I started to feel dizzy so I could not place the face of my killer. Losing the feeling in my legs. I saw myself falling like a maple tree struck down by a bearded Scottish man. I was now off the ship and about to dive headfirst into the same ocean I found solace in for so long, but just before striking the sea…
By Melvyn & zika2 years ago in Fiction
Small town fever dream. Top Story - August 2024.
Tank stood over the bodies. There were three, and he knew them all. Were they still people? A difficult question for him to answer, and not the first question he expected his brain to fish out of the questions he had swimming around in his head.
By Liam Storm2 years ago in Fiction
Maiden Ra
Ra created a birth unlike any. As he passed through the underworld he met three sisters, the maizey sisters. The father sent the girls out each day to cultivate and then sell maize. The father sold the best of his harvest. He saved the next best for himself. The unsellable were given to the girls and deducted from the wages. The girls stole to avoid being charged. The father suspecting someone was stealing put molded rotten corn in the pile. The girls ate this corn. All three died from food poisoning.
By simplicity2 years ago in Fiction
