Microfiction

Courage to love
Every night, the old woman sits on the dark porch. On cold nights and warm ones, it doesn't matter. She sits there religiously, staring into the darkness.
By G. A. Botero3 years ago in Fiction
Cold and Salted
The woman looked through the glass at the man in the water. She blinked slowly. There was something cold and dispassionate about her eyes, like a reptile, or a fish. She might as well have been watching seaweed float.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Fatal Affair
“Was your wife having an affair Andrew?” the detective asks. Andrew looks at the policeman in astonishment, unable to fathom the question. His wife’s been murdered, what right does he have to ask such a question?
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Fiction
Adam and Eve 2.0
After Adam and Eve were expelled from Eden, they quickly realized they were connected in ways they couldn't even imagine. "I have the key to your Evelette!" Adam said proudly, using his nickname for Eve's vagina. "Without me, you won't be able to have kids and reproduce."
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction
Wayward Soldier
I hunker down as a new blast echoes from behind the hills, followed by the rat-a-tat of multiple machine guns. I wince at my fearful reflex to the noise, aware that I am showing my fear to a subordinate.
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Fiction
Bring Them Home Now
A Drabble is a story of exactly 100 words. No more, no less. They scream, “Bring Them Home Now!” I agree. Bring them all home. Those behinds bars unjustly. Those buried under the rubble. Those who can’t even haunt their own streets as the street is gone. Dust. Ashes.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Fiction
I'll Teach You. Content Warning.
It was a day at work like any other day. I spent two hours wandering around the kitchen, doing my job while listening to music. I was lip syncing "Soldier" by Citizen Soldier. I had a bitchy look from being hot and tired from how warm I was.
By Rene Peters3 years ago in Fiction
134 My Brain, Revealed
Scan with a neuro-cephalo-magneto-contrapulator--MY BRAIN, revealed: Dominos, stacked in trails of topsy-turvy predestination, lined up--serpentine--erect and vertical. (Ready to fall, penis allusions otherwise fall short.)
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
The Bag
"Excuse me! I think this is your bag!" Jason waved the taupe shoulder bag in the air like a leathery flag, trying to attract the attention of its owner as she headed off along the platform away from the carriage. The back of her head was just visible above the others bobbing on their workaday way to wherever. He took a deep breath to shout when the announcer came over the system and he knew that he could not compete.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Breakfast Delicacy
“Happy Mother’s Day Mum,” Angie sang. Mandy smiled lovingly at her daughter. She loved this day as the family congregated in her kitchen to cooked breakfast together.
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Fiction
Magical Invention
Sally stood looking perplexed at the strange piece of equipment she held within the palm of her hand. “Sally, are you okay?” asked Malcolm, the 4WD instructor.
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Fiction
Steering The Wrong Path
The head Professor at the local university had a soft spot for one particular student. Tommy was enthusiastic, willing to put in the effort, keen to accelerate his growth but he was also benighted when it comes to science and physics, no matter how much he studied.
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Fiction