Microfiction
How I Became A Coffee Drinker
I was at work, sitting at my desk, wishing the hours would go faster. All that I could think about was enjoying the weekend. I looked over at the front counter and I saw this ancient lady who was hardly tall enough to reach her head above the student services counter. She had an oxygen machine in hand. “Would you be kind enough to get me some coffee... coffee with ice.”
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Jolly Roger
Jolly Roger D. A. Ratliff Every family has one eccentric relative who might be quirky, meanspirited, or perhaps a loner. I had heard tales of that relative in my family but met him first when I was nine. From that moment on, he became larger than life to me.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
Linger By The Oak
Meg enjoyed the early mornings. Peace. Open air. Sunshine tilting through the greenery. This morning, she had a pestle and mortar steadied between her knees and her coppery frizz held back with a scarf. Her broad hands and bulky shoulders moved rhythmically, her mind stilling.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
take me under
From the doorway of the ship’s hospital wing, Serean Wiloh looks perfectly normal to James. James doesn’t know why there had to be a big spectacle about the whole incident, really, when the other boy is clearly doing just fine. He looks rather forlorn and pathetic at the moment, sure—staring out the ship window at the bobbing sea, a blank, unreadable expression on his face—but that’s to be expected from Wiloh.
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Fiction
Beauty and the Beast
The girl looks dangerously thin. When they lift her to carry her off the stage, the gurney jerks upward. The mother climbs into the back of the ambulance. You can tell she's the mother. They look a lot alike, although she probably prefers people to mistake her for an older sister.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
