Microfiction
Sidney on the Bus
I hated taking the bus. People would always try to talk to me or they’d smell, and even if they didn’t I felt cramped when they’d sit next to me. I tried wearing headphones but that didn’t help. I’d stare out the window and hoped people would understand I just wanted to be left alone. Someone I’d seen observing me sat next to me and said “you should try talking back to people, then you wouldn’t mind sitting next to them.” “And say what?” I asked. “Sarcastic comments like that,” he said. I smiled and we had a conversation.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
The Sensor Chronicles
"Beyond what our eyes can see, lies a world of unseen wonders." In the quaint town of Serenityville, a curious young girl named Emily discovered an extraordinary secret—the existence of a living sensor world that coexisted alongside the familiar reality. This sensor world was invisible to the human eye but could be perceived through heightened senses and a profound connection with nature.
By kulandaivelabout a year ago in Fiction
Smart Watch:Timekeeper's Gift
The Timekeeper's Gift: Unlocking Possibilities with the Smart Watch In the bustling city of Metropolis, a young inventor named Ethan was fascinated by the wonders of technology. He spent his days tinkering with gadgets, always seeking to create something that would make a meaningful impact on the world. One day, he unveiled his latest creation: a revolutionary smart watch that held the key to unlocking endless possibilities.
By kulandaivelabout a year ago in Fiction
1313
He hated the number thirteen He had been indoctrinated to believe it was unlucky They said Judas Iscariot was the thirteenth person at the Last Supper, but weren't there twelve Apostles and Jesus so wasn't Jesus number thirteen? He did come off pretty badly and Judas got thirty pieces of silver.
By Mike Singleton 🌜 Mikeydred 🌛about a year ago in Fiction
Words of a Mother, you cannot hear! As she is not here!
With the popping sound of the balloons, I entered the house. Lights were twinkling like stars; the kids were playing and running here and there. Friends were approaching the house with the present, but the crowd was less than the previous year. Three layered creamy birthday cake was ready on the table. Everything was ready, but the birthday boy was missing.
By yuvashree R Deepabout a year ago in Fiction
Come Down for Dinner
“Kids, come down for dinner,” I shouted. “We’re playing games,” they shouted. “Eat first, then more games,” I said. “Ugh, it’s the same thing every night, corn and shrimp,” John complained. “Yah,” his brother agreed. “You’re lucky we get anything at all, including those games. The government is negotiating for our release. In the meantime, keep your heads down and a smile on your face. Like the guards keep saying, if they come in and think we’re ungrateful, they’ll shoot us. Do you understand? Keep smiling, damn it! There’s cameras watching,” I said. The kids nodded and smiled. They understood.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
Passionate Love
My name is Javier El Guapo, and I thought I was the most passionate lover on Earth. I’m muscular, have long flowing hair, ride horses and seduced many women. And a few men. I have never been satisfied in a relationship because nobody has ever been able to match my passion. It was last Tuesday. I met a woman María La Perra Hermosa. We made wild love. I fell in love with her instantly. We had such great chemistry together. We went camping and made s’mores, the late night passion was genuinely amazing. Finally, someone who was made for me.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction