Microfiction
The Fragments Eternity Story.
In a little town settled between moving slopes and lavish timberland, there carried on with an old narrator named Elias. He was known all through the land for his spellbinding stories that appeared to move audience members to domains past creative minds. Each night, the residents would assemble around the popping fire in the town square, anxiously anticipating Elias' popular narratives.
By Kazi Munni3 years ago in Fiction
Just Breath
Tick tock, tock, toc.Tightness.feel; see.Nerves twitchEye open. Her eyes opened. It wasn’t dark anymore. 'How long have I been laying here she thought.' She put her hands to her face and with her fingertips examined her skin. Her skin felt dry but relatively the same as she remembered it. I can’t image I’ve aged much -she murmured. She looked down. A gown. 'How strange.'
By G. A. Botero3 years ago in Fiction
She loves me. Top Story - May 2024.
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Fiction
The New Echo
Loneliness creaks worse than his bones. He sighs into the darkness. An empty depression beside him and inside him. Sixty years married! That's a lot of memories. Eventually, they'd be a balm, a gentle cup to sip from. Warm, golden, like honey left in the sun, or a smooth liquor.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
THE ARROGANT PREGNANT CAT
Once upon a time, in the delightful town of Happy Town, there resided a cat named Duchess. She was no ordinary feline; Duchess was a regal Persian cat with a penchant for all things lavish and luxurious. Her days were filled with lounging in the sun, dining on the finest delicacies, and being attended to by her loyal servant, Mr. Whiskers.
By Happy Thompson 3 years ago in Fiction
