Microfiction
I Didn't Mean It
I hated him. Didn't matter I was only five, or that Mummy said love you babe at him. Or that he brought us MacDonalds. He smiled too much. I hated how he smelled, how he laughed, how his earlobes were the wrong shape. I hated his cigarettes and jeans and creepy eyes. The way he tried to boss us around.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
#226: The Troglodyte's Children's Children's Children
Wishman was so called by his people because he was a dreamer. After the children were asleep and no women wanted him, his belly filled from the bounty garnered from the day's hunting-gathering, he wandered out of his clan's shelter to stare at the stars. The rest of his clan knew better than to disturb their patriarch during his meditations.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Sanctuary: A Global Odyssey
The Last Sanctuary: A Global Odyssey In a world ravaged by climate change, Earth’s once-vibrant ecosystems are now mere shadows of their former selves. Cities have crumbled, oceans have surged, and the planet’s resources are dwindling. Amidst this devastation, whispers of a last hope emerge—a sanctuary rumored to hold the secret to restoring the planet’s balance.
By Adeshola Motunrayo2 years ago in Fiction
The Brush Off
When Marcel asked Paula "Let's eat together one night," she'd expected a restaurant and not his maisonette. They'd been on a few drinks' "dates" prior although he had never kissed her, which she found unusual for a French man, though he seemed benign.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Soft Witch
There were worse places to be trapped, Ian thought with a reflective hum. He had his long brown winter coat, woolen and warm, though the temperature was higher with the snow falling delicately like this. There was no perceptible wind, just a slight bite to the air that refreshed him more than anything. Gloves might have been nice, he thought, rounding another corner of the small town.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
Soupçon et Jalousie
I fall in love with her, my Rhiannon. She, beautiful. Even lovelier, she not know! Her skin so smooth, little white teeth digging worry into her lip. Always counting the calorie. Always looking for another way to care. And when she forgot to worry, her smile so wide, so happy. Contagieuse! Oh, I was so dizzy in love.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Music - The Food of Love
"I don't know how to reach her." Dean was upset after visiting the home. He had sat, talking, filling the vacuum. Next to him, in a chair designed to keep her upright, like a vinyl throne, was a woman, shrunken and whiskery, narrow shouldered with big slippers and white, untamed hair. Insipid green was everywhere in the home - walls, uniforms, crockery - designed to make it feel like an inviting environment, tranquil and calming.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Lifting Your Gaze Unveils True Beauty
In a small village nestled between rolling hills and verdant fields, lived a young woman named Elara. She was known throughout the village for her kind heart and gentle spirit, but Elara herself had never thought much of her own appearance. She was modest, often hiding behind her long, dark hair, her eyes always cast downward as she walked through the village square.
By Syed Moizuddin2 years ago in Fiction
