Microfiction
In Like A Lion
The murder of crows circled above, dread harbingers of his army’s advance. Pasha gazed at the hill before them taking in every curve as though it were a beautiful woman lounging on a chaise. Atop the promontory sat a squat square keep, its angles jarring against the rolling cliff. It was many generations older than Pasha dared hope to recite, the head and seat of some trumped up local lordling. All Pasha knew was that he lay in their way.
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Fiction
THE SCRIBBLER
He scribbles sometimes, though usually with a heavy heart. He is not a man who easily casts the burden of his grievances onto others; instead, he prefers to breathe his miseries into his journals. Only upon those worn pages does he strip away his disguise and expose his true self.
By Jack Scribes8 months ago in Fiction
The Dancer. Content Warning.
For RM Stockton's March Write Club Prompt The Dancer He was the best, admired by many and complimented by more. He had been a classical ballet dancer since before he was a teenager, and became renowned. Then his fame spread and he became the most respected dancer in the land.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Fiction
A Clever Trick
Smith was flat broke. He lived in a crummy thatched hut in the village, and every summer, mosquitoes would chew him up alive. Smith was so ticked off but had zilch to do about it, so he snapped at the mosquitoes, “Once I strike it rich, you bugs are gonna get it!” Then Smith hightailed it south to find a job.
By John Bruce8 months ago in Fiction
Meandering
Did you dream? The cosmic touch of madness must have found you at some point, slipped into your bedroom, and pried open your thoughts in search of that cream-filled center of your soul. You must remember that electric touch. The thing that jolted through you.
By Silver Daux8 months ago in Fiction
