Microfiction
Late Date
I should not have agreed to this. It's so stupid. A blind date, but options are running low. All the men on dating apps are either divorced, looking for a side chick or just a hook up claiming they want more. So basically, they are all liars, maybe this will be the last blind date for a while. Yes, I will be polite, I will smile, but at the end of the date I will say "nice to meet you" and carry on with life as if this date had never happened. Options are limited and I am not getting any younger. I pulled out the compact mirror from my purse and checked my make up one last time. My phone buzzed making me jump. Oh, it was just a text message, I relax and it’s Mitch the supposed man I am supposed to meet here. I wonder if the servers have a poll going to see if he will show up or if I will get up and leave. I used to do that with my co-workers back when I was a server in collage, it was an awful game to play, but we did it anyway, we all had to pass the time somehow. I glance at the text message, it read:
By Adrianna M. Braun3 years ago in Fiction
Minute Waltz
The piece is given the tempo marking Molto vivace. Although it has long been known as the "Minute" Waltz, its nickname was intended to mean "small" in the sense of a "miniature" waltz, given by its publisher. Chopin did not intend for this waltz to be played in one minute. A typical performance of the work will last between 1+1⁄2 and 2+1⁄2 minutes
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Blood Red . Content Warning.
Red, the girl with flaming locks and the palest flesh, was well-known throughout the village and beyond as the kind of person who kept herself to herself. She had been pursued by many different people, who were interested in making Red their wife. She was not the settling down type, was the reason she gave for each new suitor and suitress. Aside from her Gramma and her job delivering baked goods and treats from the local bakery, no-one could understand her stance.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
