Microfiction
Shhh! I'm Hunting...
The hunter wears the forest like an old cape. Easy. Familiar. Comfortable. Footfalls are soft and catlike in the dirt, bow ready, nerves strung tight. It's elusive, the quarry. Success owes as much to luck as skill. Today, perhaps, the hunter will be lucky.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Feelings for the Monster
Gaston kissed Mirror goodnight. He empathized. "Let it out. Cry if you must." Gaston looked into his handsome eyes, desperate to interpret the signs. Could Mirror see into his kid fears, his palpable self-loathing? His monstrous self-contempt? Could his doppelgänger look upon their shared visage and see beyond the mask?
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Fiction
Earthy Hell Mysteries
In a desolate town, where the shadows of industrial decay loomed large, lies the sinister saga of Earthy Hell Mysteries. The air, thick with the stench of pollution, whispered secrets of long-forgotten sins. Here, in this forgotten corner of the world, darkness reigned supreme.
By Callmifortune 3 years ago in Fiction
Finding Contentment. Top Story - April 2024.
Peace. The view from their coastal villa brought them peace. From their first visit, that sleepy seaside town had become important to them. It was intertwined into their lives and served as a tranquil bookmark, a serene highlighter for the many difficulties they have experienced throughout their life together.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
Flex. Top Story - April 2024.
My Word: Weightlifter The Challenge: “To lift is a gift,” he thought. Life only goes around once and you cannot wilt while the wheel turns and you just flit from… He had to focus on the weight that he added to the tree of iron surrounding him.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Tinkerbelle's Side
Tinkerbell hovered impatiently above two dwarf's, that's right, two of Snow White's dweebs who wondered into her fairy world. "What do you want, you gotta be Dopey and Dumbo!" The dwarf's stuttered in awe of her legs dangling above them trying to avert their eyes away from her mossy green threads. " Hey, sorry Tinkerbell, we are, um, uh, duh, looking for Snow White; she's been dropped some date rape molly in an apple and time is of the essence!"
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Fiction







