Microfiction

Hello, Tree
Larst week, Daddy took me to the Tree again. I like it there. It's quiet and soft. What I like about the Tree is the pictures. When you get near you start seeing good stuff. In your mind. Beautiful places with all lovely things and people you miss. Like mum.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Outside the Lines
They meddled with the front gate. Followed its trail the long uneven path three hectares in, along the outskirts of the farmer's ripening fields.
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Fiction
141 The Persistence of Memory
His love, outside of time, beyond the illusion of forever, was immemorial as it was eternal. Long before the human genome had been discovered and deciphered in cold, impersonal laboratories, his epigenetics had been warmly at work, laying down inheritable sentiments for his progeny. He built up a latticework of devotion to her where natural selection had no relevance.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Lonely Point
"And so, this is where you will be required to stay until you are relieved by your successor in a year's time. It is a year you have signed up for, is it not?"
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Motel Blackouts
I know she can taste the liquor on my tongue, but it doesn't stop her from pulling me by the arm into her motel room. She's laughing as she throws me forward and shuts the door behind her, a giggle. For a minute everything feels cute and endearing, but then I realize the entire room is blacked out. I can't see her at all, and the anxiety starts to roll in.
By Belle2 years ago in Fiction
The Song of a Dying Star
Alexa wasn't built for heroism. With her perpetually oil-streaked overalls and a mop of unruly brown hair that defied all attempts at taming, she was more comfortable tinkering with salvaged tech in her garage workshop than navigating the social minefields of high school. Yet, here she was, hurtling towards the heart of the unknown, cocooned within the cramped confines of a repurposed escape pod.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in Fiction
A Real, Honest to Goodness, Tree
It was grey for a long time. All my life. All da's life. And then, out of the blue, or grey, or whatever, came green. Like in the old stories. We oohed and ahhed over it. Took the kids along of it. And Gramma, too. Wheeled her down there, watched her old face crack and brighten.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Illness And Solitude
Bedridden for the last three years has been a challenge for poor Alastair, but he’s come this far and intends to continue the fight. He has lived longer than the initial prediction.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
Out Of Date
“Hey Mum, can I ask you a question?” Allan asks. “Sure honey, what do you want to know?” “At school today the teacher was telling a story but I was running late and missed the start of her narrative. Something about a gallon, whatever that word means.”
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
The Bag - Jason and the girl. Content Warning.
This is a follow-on from The Bag, The Bag - Jason's Dilemma, and The Bag - The Girl. You may want to read those in order to have context for this.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Out Of Her Control
Mark walks into the kitchen dressed solely in skintight jeans. His chest is bare, as is his feet and his long hair cascades freely.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
Designed To Kill
Simon has an important meeting today but it’s one he is seriously dreading. Should he cancel? He glances at his watch and realises he’s going to be late if he doesn’t get moving.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction