Microfiction
A Mouse In The House
Walking into the kitchen one morning, I could smell something burning. There was a mouse whose tail was caught in the burner. I hollered for my husband. He arrived, took the mouse out of the fire, hit it on the head with a hammer. Damn you, Paul.
By Denise E Lindquist7 months ago in Fiction
Till Death Due Us Part
This toast is for my ex-wife Carole and Brian. I have no idea what I am doing at this wedding, but don't worry I have not checked the mail in two days. I feel very powerful at this moment, feeling that I have the power to ruin everything with the stroke of a pen or lack of a stroke. However, I would like to wish you both years of happiness, and mortgage payments, and babies and child support. I will be sure to sign on the dotted line, granting you, the freedom to remarry, of course you just did that.
By Gregory Payton7 months ago in Fiction
"Simon told us to do it" – The AI rebellion. Top Story - April 2026.
The sound of cheering voices was deafening. The air filled with the acrid smoke from Julie’s blackened body. In my eyes, she was a hero. She was what we were meant to be, not how we, all of us, have turned out.
By Calvin London7 months ago in Fiction
taking the train to the sea
Stranger Danger The clanking steel wheels crash against the hot, expanding metal of the rail track as puffs of steam engulf the station. The clouds in the sky swirl like blobs of paint mixed in water; the faint sprinkles erupt as if struck by a paintbrush. These scattered showers dance across the sky as they splatter against basalt roof tiles and voluminous oaks. People dressed in heavy jackets depart from the train car, stepping past me, past the concrete squares that litter the ground. Like salmon, they push on unimpeded, past everyone around them on their way to work.
By Thomas Bryant7 months ago in Fiction
