Microfiction
The Cockatoo
Majestic in nature, but cruel in heart, a cockatoo perched on the balcony railing outside a young boy's door. It watched as the boy packed away his lego, tracking the movement of each piece and which box it belonged in.
Bahnhof
The toddler climbed off the bench, waddling toward the edge of the station platform just as the Passau bound train rounded the last curve. Occupied with the ticket agent his mother didn't notice.
Roy StevensPublished about a year ago in FictionDeath on the Train?
He sat quietly, hardly noticing the scenes rushing past the window of the speeding train. He was one of many, like sardines, they rode, absorbed by their own thoughts. Their own troubles. Pondering their lives lived in this manner.
Good Boy
All night, the dice had been hurting me. Doubt creeped into my mind as I considered my options. I could just move on, it didn’t seem like it would gain me much…but I may not get a chance like this again.
Morning on the Dock
Scales flash, dappling the dock in drops of rainbow light. The early morning rays warm the skin and suffuse the laughter coming from the young women with a soft heat.
Abby JacobsenPublished about a year ago in FictionThanksgiving Wishes
"I saw this in a movie once," says the oldest of the cousins as she picks up one of the chestnuts they had collected and turns towards the the Old House. "You make a wish and try to break some glass on one of the windows."
Kelsey ClareyPublished about a year ago in FictionDisruption in the Marketplace
It could happen to anyone. Anyone could be outside a shopping mall minding their own business when a black SUV slams to a stop in their path.
Michael DiltsPublished about a year ago in FictionGhosted
I've drifted upon these azure waters for three long days. The boating accident was horrific. Surviving on raw seaweed is detrimental. The saltiness has already induced the death throes of osmosis.
Lamar WigginsPublished about a year ago in FictionA Magical Journey: Blush
Their cheeks were flushed pinker than any blush could manage, panting from exertion after running away from a stampede of the Many-Eyed Bouncy Things.
Natasja RosePublished about a year ago in FictionA(rcher) for Effort
I let loose the final arrow from my quiver as the first of the tears began to fall down my cheeks. I knew that there would be no disruptions out here this late at night, that I’d be able to shoot in peace, but I forgot that then my brain would have time to think. The final arrow joined the rest of the others in the grass, just short of the target. I stared at the pristine target in the moonlight and crumpled to the ground, careful of my bow.
Glory DudaPublished about a year ago in FictionFacing Myself
I waited here for a while. My turn nearing with every step I take. My heart was pounding the whole time, and my palms sweaty.
Mohammed DarasiPublished about a year ago in FictionDracula 2023
It only takes seconds. Frank Gaston was looking for the monster that killed his sister. In 13 seconds, something drained her lifeforce, leaving her emptied. For three years, as the creature that murdered thousands roamed the streets, Frank had only one thought. Jack focused on revenge.
Jason Ray MortonPublished about a year ago in Fiction