Microfiction
Wet Words
Raindrops danced on the rooftop, orchestrating a symphony of whispers as a tempestuous storm unleashed its fury upon the small coastal town of Harborville. It was in this watery world that young Emily found solace and inspiration, a realm where words flowed like rivers and emotions gushed like cascading waterfalls.
Changes
For some reason, the hair on his face grows brown, even when the hair on the top of his head is dirty blonde. He doesn't dye it. She's even seen pictures of him as a strawberry child. It didn’t make much sense, but it made him special to her. She dreamt of the day she'd walk down the aisle, and he’d be standing there, watching with tears in his eyes. She looked forward to watching his hair become grey with time. Now, her bed is empty, and her friend said that she saw him out at the bar, cleanly shaven.
Ashley LimaPublished about a year ago in FictionAt that time
10,000 miles apart, yet parallel experiences. Both ambitious, self-confident and single. There was one empty seat. Five minutes into the conversation, he recalls the sadness when it was time to leave, on his first visit to the country in 2009. He didn’t understand, at the time. Five years later, in 2014, work takes him back. He recalls noticing a girl who made his inside feel different. They acknowledged each other. Again, he didn’t understand, at the time. Today, 2016, these two strangers sit next to each other at dinner, each beginning to unravel if the other is THAT person!
HummingbirdPublished about a year ago in FictionNested Tested
In the heart of a bustling metropolis, amidst towering skyscrapers and endless streams of people, lived a brilliant yet reclusive scientist named Dr. Alexander Harris. Known for his groundbreaking work in the field of artificial intelligence, Dr. Harris was renowned for his ability to create intricate and intelligent machines. However, his latest project, a sentient robot named Nestor, held the key to an unprecedented advancement in technology.
My Mom's Teacher's Mom
Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering meadows, a young woman named Sarah embarked on a journey to uncover the enigmatic past of her mother's beloved teacher, Mrs. Thompson. Little did Sarah know that her quest would unveil a tapestry of interconnected lives and hidden secrets, stretching back through the corridors of time.
My First Month on Vocal.media
It was a cool autumn evening when I stumbled upon Vocal.media, a platform brimming with endless possibilities for storytellers and writers. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, I decided to embark on a journey of self-expression and creativity, eager to share my tales with the world.
The Meadow
The hooded figure sat near the weeping boy. If he had eyes, they’d be engulfed in tears too. For the first time, he truly failed.
Skylar SturtevantPublished about a year ago in FictionHe Finally Understood
****Warning, This Story Deals with Traumatic Personal Loss**** First, they saw its shining eyes in the headlights. She slowed to a stop and pushed the 'Hazard" button. He got out; walked forward through the rainy mist. It was still alive, a possum badly injured. "We'll call for help, " he told her as she came close and sighed.
Roy StevensPublished about a year ago in FictionHeroes?
"What if I reject Atticus Finch's definition of a hero, then?" "What... why? A hero is someone who knows he can't win but tries to help against the odds."
Roy StevensPublished about a year ago in FictionThe Lightbulb
Once there was a salesman, Who traveled door to door. It was his personal mission To sell lightbulbs to the poor. He met an old man
Stripes of the Kavat
Waking, startled, she looked for Kuva, her kavat with fascinating red stripes. He was staring at the door, very interested. “You heard it, too?”
Rachel Pieper DeckerPublished about a year ago in FictionOrpheum of Apocalypse
Darkness slushed onto her illuminate bare feet as she gazed helplessly onto a crumbling utopia dying before it had a chance to be called a home. Wake of the void would have sent a glacial shot of pain to her brain, but her mind was too numb to notice. She began to produce a tear.
Daniel PiercePublished about a year ago in Fiction