Microfiction
Levers
Mike awakes strapped to a chair with access to two levers. As his eyes widen and he familiarises himself with the surroundings, two airtight chambers are in front of him. One has the love of his life inside it, while the other has a classroom of children.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
The Red Soil
In the time frame the travelers to Mars had sensed the welcome party of the other humans who had already made the trek, they felt in their bones the excitement. Every fiber in their body kept them looking forward to their own sense of being. The ride was okay except for the fighting couple. The male captain Alfredo Bally left the mic hot in the cabin.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Moving On
When the Empire fell, we danced in the streets. Men who held each other in joy that week fought in the supermarkets the next, as the food ran out. We cheered when the ministries burned, but wept when the fire spread to our homes. Our world with it's comforts in concrete and steel crumbled away, but what grew from the gentle grass after proved to be far sweeter.
By Kyle Shortabout a year ago in Fiction
''HEX''
In the small town of Black Spring, an ancient curse lingers, gripping the community in fear and desperation. The curse takes the form of a spectral witch known as the Black Rock Witch, or simply "Hex." Hex has haunted the town for centuries, bringing death and misery to those who dare to cross her path.
By Ebad Paras Afzalabout a year ago in Fiction
Universal Hatred
The trolls rolled out in full force. They attacked Morrison Bly but he laughed. He knew that it was playful jousting from the real haters. He knew that he could take the verbal punishment because he wanted it. It wasn’t even a no pain no gain situation. It was hatred is greatness.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Exempt
The time came for him to speak. “I'm a man of color. That still hinders me. But I know that I’m better off than my ancestors by a long measure. All I’m asking is not remuneration, compensation, or reparations. Just to be exempt from all taxation. Everyone from all walks of life. All Americans should no longer pay taxes on income. Now consumption may be an exception. Contracts may be an exception.”
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Loophole Trip
We met in Rome. Let me be more specific. We met in Rome this year. Last year we met in Venice. She always wanted to see Venice. By she, I mean my wife. Ex-wife? Former wife? Wife from a former life? It's hard to explain. Technically speaking, I'm dead. She's alive. We've just celebrated our Cancerversary. It's an awful word, I know. But when you find a loophole connecting eternity to "the world", you call it what it is and go with it. I think next year I'll take her to Iceland. We never got to see the Northern Lights.
By Donna Gerardabout a year ago in Fiction