Microfiction
A Short Collection of My Funniest Drabbles
Around mid May I was randomly introduced on Medium to this new concept and challenge called “Drabble”. Drabbles are fiction stories that are exactly 100 word; no more, no less. And these Drabble challenges are accompanied by a daily word that must be used somehow. I thought, “Perfect! I love creating randomness in small doses.”
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Fiction
181 Keeping Watch. Top Story - June 2024.
Each day she watched through her window. Watched? Perhaps an exaggeration: a monochromatic nuclear aftermath remaining of the world, blurring into a blindness--loss of contrast and depth of field. Achromatic aberrations displayed a waste-scape stratified in grays.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
"Echoes of Willowbrook: The Mystery of Children's Disappearances in the Appalachian Mountains"
In the quiet town of Willowbrook, nestled deep within the Appalachian Mountains, there was an unsettling mystery that plagued its residents for generations—the vanishing of children without a trace. It all began with Tommy Jenkins, a curious and adventurous boy of ten with a penchant for exploring the woods that bordered the town. One sunny afternoon, Tommy set off on his usual trek, promising his worried mother he'd be back before dinner. But as the hours passed and dusk settled over Willowbrook, Tommy never returned. His mother, Mrs. Jenkins, frantic with worry, alerted the townsfolk. Soon, the entire community joined in the search, scouring every thicket and streambed, calling out Tommy's name into the darkening woods. Yet, despite their best efforts, there was no sign of the boy. Days turned into weeks, and then months. The disappearance of Tommy Jenkins cast a pall over Willowbrook. Rumors spread like wildfire—of strange shadows moving through the trees at night, of whispered voices heard near the old abandoned mill on the outskirts of town. As the years went by, other children vanished under similar circumstances. Each time, it was as if they had been swallowed by the ancient forest itself, leaving behind grieving families and a town gripped by fear. Investigations led nowhere. The authorities found no clues, no suspects, only an unsettling pattern of disappearances that defied explanation. Some whispered of supernatural forces at play, while others blamed an elusive predator lurking in the wilderness. The town of Willowbrook became known for its tragic legacy, a place where childhood innocence seemed fragile against the backdrop of looming mountains and whispering winds. Parents clung tightly to their children, warning them never to venture into the woods alone, haunted by the unanswered question: what became of those lost souls? To this day, Willowbrook remains a town with a past shadowed by mystery, where the echoes of lost children linger in the rustling leaves and the mournful cries of the wind—a reminder that some secrets are buried deep within the earth, waiting to be unearthed. !
By Ibrahim mohamed2 years ago in Fiction
Is That All There Is?
Is That All There Is... She was driving. She loved her fast little Mini. She had sprung for the extras...leather, GPS, the different color rear views, and the convertible. Of course the convertible. She loved the sun and it shown far too infrequently where she somehow still lived after all the years spent dreaming of elsewhere. One day she was going to change that as if telling herself over and over would somehow bring it to be. It was her birthday and as she wished for a friend, just one, she realized it was her aloofness that had created the annonymity of her existence and only she was to blame. Maybe it was better this way, she thought as pressed on the accelerator. Speed was fun. It felt good, like she was actually going SOMEwhere instead of NOwhere in life.
By Anna Boisvert2 years ago in Fiction
