Microfiction
Snowball
Snowball was a medium sized dog with snow white fur with a big black nose and blue eyes, and there was one thing that he loved to do more than anything in the world, and that was dig holes. One summer he dug a hole so deep--. But that's a different story.
By Timothy E Jones3 years ago in Fiction
Haines Border Visit, Part 2
1998, Dalton Cache Border Station, Alaska, noon. Oneida finished counseling the maintenance workers on their benefits but wondered if she really needed to fly all this way to see them. The cold, dark winters of Alaska, with few hours of daylight, must give them lots of time to read regulations; they know as much as I do.
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Fiction
Mirena
He he he. You see me now, don’t you! Or, well, you don’t, that being the whole point. I hid for ages. I mean, seriously, months. Honestly, I thought you were never going to not find me! Which proves my point, really, doesn’t it. Oh, you loved me well, no doubt, as long as I behaved. I’ve heard you singing my praises. Though that’s all stopped now you can’t find me, hasn’t it. No praises for me now. Well, you take a thing for granted, never check how I’m doing, and there’s going to be trouble, isn’t there. And here it is. Trouble. How’d you like them apples then?
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
