Microfiction
GPS No Thanks
GPS, thanks, but no thank you. I don’t know why anyone would want to own one of those things. I mean, come on, can’t anyone read a map anymore? Probably the better question is, doesn’t anyone own a map anymore? I certainly would never leave home without one. Of course, I seldom leave the town I grew up in, so after fifty-plus years, I know my way around pretty darn well. If I happen to get turned around, I can always stop at a gas station or convenience store and ask for directions. Most of the clerks will lend a hand. They’ll pull out their phones and get directions for me. It’s better for them to do it than me. Besides, I don’t own a cell phone.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
The Boy & The Tree
I guess being homeless isn’t as bad as I thought. At least I get to develop a strong bond with Mother Earth. Tuval, a depressed, withdrawn, bookish 14-year-old high school student, felt no more warmth, comfort, peace, and confidence in his life. The family’s vast, beige, villa-style house became a war zone; Tuval heard nothing but constant yelling, cursing, breaking glass, punching holes in the walls, and kicking cabinets. His bald, grumpy, sociopathic alcoholic father ruled the home with his cold-hearted nature. His miserable, indifferent, prune-coloured haired, overweight mother never listened to what he had to tell her about how he felt about his family. She always dismissed him and said things like, “Man up! It is a part of life!" Him and his brothers were at odds; they never got along and they had nothing in common with Tuval, so he’d often be seen spending time in his bedroom alone every night after dinner. The whole concept of family living covered his body with goosebumps.
By Talia Devora3 years ago in Fiction
Bad Ass
Hair slicked behind his ears, his skin-tight black leather pants and blue leather boots give him a put-together look. Yet, the white armband that matches his shirt – a shirt with a white Nehru collar does the trick. He thinks it makes him a Bad Ass, BA for short. So short, he had it carved onto his index finger – capitalized initials of BA.
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Fiction
The Melting Sky. Content Warning.
We knew that the Earth was heading for oblivion, but we didn't expect this. Fossil Fuel companies had paid governments to stop renewables and make them illegal, with anyone caught using solar, wind or wave power being imprisoned and all their property confiscated.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
