Microfiction
121: MR. POTATO HEAD — the Toy, the Spud, the Victim
CAUTIONARY TALE A future Mr. Potato Head sat in the produce bin. Any passer-by could grope or handle him. Easy pickings. (The produce bin is open source.) The shopper brought the potato home where he did creepy things with it, including manipulating repurposed body parts.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
The Majestic Mountain Adventure
Alright, let me paint you a picture: towering peaks piercing the sky, rugged trails winding through lush forests, and crisp mountain air filling your lungs. Yep, we're talking about the beauty of a majestic mountain, and trust me, it's a sight to behold.
By Wisnu Trilung Waluyo Jati3 years ago in Fiction
Roar. Content Warning.
"You have to get up. Come on. Come on!" He was dazed but he could hear the urgent pleas of another. He opened his eyes to blazing sun and he smelt the dryness of dust. His leg hurt. He reached to put his hand on it and it felt wet, slick but also rough where dirt had stuck, like a crust. His head was pounding, like his heart was in his frontal lobes, trying to beat its way out.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
There Once Was
"Easy Hunter, he's probably just a regular bandit," a shelf flew past his head, "who happens to be really strong." Peering over the table, he witnessed the cloaked robber rummaging amongst the refuse. "What's he searching for anyways?" Seeing him pick up a coin purse, Hunter feared that if he were to run off with it that they'd never be able to pay the pied piper, let alone the cheese tax.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
20 Sentence Story
(Goal: Write a complete story adding a word to each sentence until you reach 20 sentences. Start with a one-word sentence, then two words in the next sentence, three in the following sentence, and so on, progressing to a twenty-word sentence.)
By Layson Williams3 years ago in Fiction
A Pine in the Wind
The fire brought warmth, but the cold eyes of the council pierced him like the biting winter winds. Rayne did not want to be this far from the colony, but the privacy of the issue required it. He hunched his shoulders and lowered his ears in respect and humility, anxious over his secret now revealed. If anyone could help, the elders could, but their stares around the dancing flames shook his resolve.
By Layson Williams3 years ago in Fiction
Starting Line
____________________ You wince, conceding this one race. My first victory in 20 outings against you. I'd celebrate with a victory lap, punching arms overhead with happy fists, dancing my best Rocky Balboa up the crunchy hills like grassy Philly stairs, but I'm too winded.
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Fiction
A Minute's Range
The clock in the room started to chime, filling the room with its harmonic song. The tune disrupts the somber, heavy silence of the veterinary exam room. A mature woman with dark hair secured in a sloppy, rushed ponytail and dull, haphazard clothing tenderly petting a tortoiseshell cat lying dolefully on a fluffy blanket on the exam table. These two were no strangers here but relatively frequent guests. The patient had been living with Feline Epilepsy with remarkably high spirits and relative success until recently. The medications were becoming increasingly less effective, and the seizures considerably more violent and traumatic for both of them. The woman was caressing the plush fur of her faithful feline’s back as salty rivers flowed freely. Her free hand shifted to grasp its paw gently, brushing her thumb rhythmically over the top. Even in its sedated state, they purred softly, its ears twitching to the shaky reassurance of a familiar cracking voice. A female veterinarian stood at the end of the table where she had prepared the necessary materials with a dismal expression. The smell of a fragrant candle only adds to the impossibly heavy atmosphere. Its fragrance is floral and calming in a moment that is anything but as the flame flickers and burns steadily. The most difficult decision that every pet parent dreaded had come. Salty rivers flow more as the vet moves to the back of the pet. A part of her job that she wishes was not inevitable.
By Kira Kagamin3 years ago in Fiction
