Microfiction
Toolie the Time Traveler
Toolie Ingersoll sat on the padded seat he just installed yesterday, staring at the console in front of him. Where did he want to go today? He’d never traveled in this machine before. Hell, he’d just put on the finishing touches yesterday.
By C. L. Nichols3 years ago in Fiction
Blackout
At least it was not too late in the day… Mr. Tabby was staring out of the dirty screen door on the balcony to see if the other houses were also in the dark. It was already grey and cold and he could see the park across the street was full of kids and their parents trying to enjoy what little they could of the rest of the Sunday. He wanted the day to be over, anyway, and sitting in the dark was actually quite easy with his comforter, beer and crackers. It would be over soon…
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Crank & Boomer
The young man walked the path, unsure where he was headed or what he’d do when he arrived at whatever destination he happened upon. He had been a clerk in a department store, pretending to know more about the store wares than he actually did. Wearing one of the stores suits that had been sold to him at a huge employee discount, he appeared to be someone worth deferring to by the customers that seemed attracted inside from the mall walkway. His chosen work clothing not only made appear wiser than he actually was, it also slimmed his expanding waistline.
By C. L. Nichols3 years ago in Fiction
The Dancing Animal
Inspired by Kurt Vonnegut "I'm just popping out for some..." and this is where Fred's mind went blank. "What? You're going where?" Tanya was in the kitchen and couldn't hear exactly what Fred had said. He was going out? Again? He'd already been out once. Why did he need to go out again?
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Ice Cream Decision
Decisions are hard to make sometimes. I walk in and there was the tinkle of a bell. The line is quite long but it seems to be moving fast. I stand in the queue and start scanning the ice cream flavours. Why am I here all by myself? Well, my boyfriend of four years just broke up with me or was it I with him? It was mutual? Yeah, we were growing distant for some time yet, he was still my best friend and I think I lost a friend over a boyfriend. So I took the day off and I’m standing in a cool air conditioned ice cream parlour. I scan the items in the menu: Cherry vanilla- that sounds interesting and nope it’s made with coconut milk that has grease spelled all over that. Okay, non- vegan options: chocolate, rainbow swirl, lavender maple, maple walnut, chestnut s’mores, vanilla, cinnamon chocolate, mango-raspberry, rose-strawberry, watermelon- weird didn’t know watermelon could be an ice cream flavour. Cinnamon chocolate sounds good. However, I’ve got a box of chocolate salted caramels waiting for me at home. So, maybe I will skip the chocolate. What else do they have? Bubblegum-eww, mint chocolate- super bleh, mint lavender- that can’t be much better. The line is slowly moving up shoot! I need to pick, panic starts to settle in my stomach. Rose-strawberry? But I don’t like strawberry ice cream. Oh wait, there’s a whole other board: lemon-blueberry that might be good. Lemon meringue pie, passion fruit mint- what’s with all the mint. Oh no, they also have cones to choose from? Ooo waffle cone is always yummy! Oh but what if they loaded it up and it falls. I hate that and it’s happened so often. Okay, cones are out so that leaves wait they have waffle bowls- oh but it’s five dollars for that. Regular cup it is. Toppings? Hmm sprinkles are fun, but gummy bears taste great after being frozen. It’s almost my turn I’m one person away. Okay, it’s decided lemon blueberry with gummy bears as a topping and in a regular cup.
By Adrianna M. Braun3 years ago in Fiction
