Microfiction
Blossom. Top Story - April 2024.
A dead past does not put a halt to a new future. A year later, Kaffy, a highly intelligent, creative, bookish, and preppy Nigerian-Canadian 15-year-old girl was released from juvenile prison. She was arrested and charged with petty theft and assault, and was sentenced to a year in prison. Her sentence was supposed to be 6 months for stealing a lollipop, a chocolate bar, a pack of playing cards, and a bag of Cheeto's cheesies from 7-Eleven, but she received another 6 months for kicking, punching, and hitting another female inmate across the face during an altercation in the canteen.
By Talia Devora3 years ago in Fiction
Disarmament . Top Story - April 2024.
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi3 years ago in Fiction
Make the Memory
When I was eleven, I put a message in a bottle and threw it into the sea. My dad had taken us on holiday to Ireland. He was afraid of flying, so whenever we went abroad, we always went on a ferry. When we were about to board the boat for the return trip, I got the idea in my head to throw a note into the ocean.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
To Walk Away or Not to Walk Away
There are times we have to make the hard decisions; those decisions that break our heart. I’m struggling with such a decision this very day and I know the answer — I know the way forward — but still I’m procrastinating in making that final decision.
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Fiction
Over in a Minute
Our motor coach tour arrived in Bristol, England, around three in the afternoon. The sky was a deep blue, and the temperature had peaked at a comfortable seventy degrees Fahrenheit. From a tourist's point of view, everything about the day was picture-perfect. The city, located in the southern part of England, was resplendent with ancient and modern buildings interspersed with beautifully kept parks and public gardens. Its biggest attraction, seen from miles around, was the Clifton Suspension Bridge. It was the largest iron suspension bridge of its type when it was built, spanning the 702-foot width of the Avon Gorge. The bridge has been the scene of historic events and multiple suicides.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
Pack Animals
Had the oppressive heat not choked his throat, he'd have yelped for help. No help would have come. He'd have blistered his shrill vocal chords at the risk of collapsing his graying lungs, if given half a chance. Instead he gasped for air amid fits of silent anger.
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Fiction
In the Ring?
My Word: Relationship The Challenge: “I’m so glad Sheila decided to share your story with me. She said that you had to deal with some shit guys out there and now and then throw salt over your shoulder for good luck next time... I promise, I am real, and won’t lie about who I am… I just take my shot and hope not to trip over my words…
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Just Sixty Seconds. Top Story - April 2024.
Oliver sat at a cold, grey steel-covered table. He knew he was next. The longer he sat here, the more confident he knew he wouldn’t make it. His hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on, pushed up against the steel table. A small camera in the corner of the ceiling with a tiny red flashing light was the only thing he was focused on. He felt sick to the stomach. He knew he didn’t have long.
By Joshua Maggs3 years ago in Fiction
