Microfiction
Journey to The Edge
The crazy people said there was an Edge. Nobody believed them. I didn't, either. Other expeditions before us had found no such phenomenon. This one planned to go further than ever before. I went mainly to see them proved wrong, to be honest. It was a marvellous opportunity. Finding out there was no Edge, and what there was instead... Well that was exciting information and I wanted to be among those who went out and found it and brought it back.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
The Foot
His pickup truck was so old that it still had the shift lever next to the steering wheel, but it was new to Billy. He pushed in the clutch, shifted to reverse, and turned the key to kill the engine. The door creaked loudly as he opened it and got out. As he shut the door firmly, he admired the brand-new decal on the side of his door:
By C. L. Nichols3 years ago in Fiction
117 — The Day the Whispers Began
The day the whispers began was the last day of Ramadan. Many--almost two billion people--believed Gabriel was bestowing new revelations. Only those who had fasted heard, but the whispers were unintelligible, felt to be some exotic dialect, long extinct.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Centipede
Melody rinsed the last of the toothpaste from her mouth, looking up at her reflection in the mirror. Tired brown eyes stared back at her, the dark circles under them prominent. Her frizzy black curls were messy and pointing in nearly every direction. She’d had a long, aggravating day; her boss had been on her all day long, and she’d only gotten home an hour ago. Her body burned and ached with exhaustion. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep the night away.
By angela hepworth3 years ago in Fiction
