Microfiction
The Mascot
"Morning, Mr. Humphries," Paul shouted as Mr. Humphries headed out. Paul knew a secret about Mr. Humphries but he would never tell anyone. Not because Mr. Humphries had told him not to, because Mr. Humphries didn't know he knew, but because he, Paul, wanted to keep it to himself. He was young, but he sensed that Mr. Humphries would not want others to know. He felt like it would bring trouble to Mr. Humphries so he kept quiet.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
81. Testicles at Half-Mast
"Strip and raise your testicles, inmate!" Stupid, uneducated. Angry-at-their-own-lives "correction" officers were either bullied as children or were the bullies. These Plan B humans are in charge of me now. They are angrier and more incorrect than the angry people they're correcting.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
First Time Lover
The first time I fell in love was like stepping into a world I never knew existed. Her name was Pooja, and she had an aura of warmth that drew me in like a moth to a flame. We met in the quiet corner of a bustling bookstore, where our shared love for literature sparked a conversation that would change my life forever. With each word she spoke, I found myself captivated by her intelligence and wit. Her laughter was like music to my ears, filling the air with joy and possibility. Who would have thought I would fall so cheaply, don't blame me if you've never fallen in love, lol. As we spent more time together, exploring the pages of novels and sharing our dreams, I realized that I had found someone who understood me in a way no one else ever had. Every moment with Pooja felt like a treasure, each smile and touch goes into my memory and settled there. And when she looked into my eyes, I knew that I had found love in its purest form. But as quickly as it began, our time together came to an end, leaving me with a bittersweet ache in my heart. Though our paths diverged, the memory of that first love remains a cherished chapter in the story of my life, a reminder of the beauty and wonder that love can bring.
By Deji Akomolafe3 years ago in Fiction
Brief histories
I wrote two pieces for this challenge to write a fifty word history of the world or humanity, as I realised that the piece I had was all about fear, though it is not itself frightening, and I didnt want Kayleigh to feel she had to read it. So I have provided a buffer piece too.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
WHISPERING WOODS
My name is William Kristof, but people know me as Woody. I live in the little green house on the edge of the river with my Grandfather. Whispering Woods is the name of our village. Mainly because of the legend, whispers of a ghost that tarries here. Many still hear it on long hikes throughout the forest. Campers, hikers, and even the wild teens after the Friday night football game a county over venture out here to let loose. There have been record of the whispers, including myself at times. Most people just come out for the thrill, even the tourists.
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Fiction
