Microfiction
Out Like a Lion
The crisp night air cooled my disappointment. Snow was falling more thickly than when I arrived at Taft Hall, only to find that Public Safety had canceled the March event due to weather. My dorm was just a five-minute walk, so I declined their offer to stay.
By Norreida Reyes3 years ago in Fiction
"Tough is a Mother's Love"
She woke to the sound of pounding on her front door. She could hear dispatch on their radios. Heart racing, as is her mind, all she can think is something really bad has happened, why else would the police be at her door in the middle of the night?
By Pamela Walsh-Holte3 years ago in Fiction
"The Truth in a Snowflake"
Have you ever heard a snowflake? If you listen carefully you can, waking me, they whispered, we are falling, falling fast, reaching a crescendo that will not last. You know they will never lie. I know this to be true. I sat in awe of their beauty as they fell last night, while they soothed my broken soul. With the melody in their song, they sang me back to sleep. I looked for them when I awoke, there was not one to be seen. How can such beauty disappear, leaving not a trace? Instead, a tear runs down my face sent in the snowflake's place.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte3 years ago in Fiction
Stretching Poor (aka. The Work House)
The last night you spend with your children is the most precious, and the most horrifying few hours of your life. Being poor is stretching. Stretching every penny, stretching your luck, stretching the goodwill of others. All to stretch out the survival of your children, if not yourself.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
A Writer Named Christie
Three days until the end of January and I will have written a story every day for a month! Hopefully, there will have been a lot of variety. I will continue to endeavour to write something every day. Here's to three more days of January and to welcoming February in, the month of romance and extra days every so often.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Steps Forward. Top Story - January 2024.
Drifting on the air, the snowflakes do not feel cold when they land on my cheeks and melt like tears. The wind is what bites into me. I covered my face with my thick scarf and pulled my wool hat down to my eyes, but it does not protect from the icy wind. I am determined, I have to make it, I made a promise to myself. My boots sink into the ever deepening drifts, and find slick purchase on the stones beneath.
By Megan Russ3 years ago in Fiction
Nellie's Nightmare
I pace the floors, looking for a way out of this windowless maze, coming upon dead end after end. Holding my candle high, I inspect all the nooks and crannies. I moan as I realize I’ve been locked in some sort of crypt. I can see the etchings on the walls, displaying where a tomb would be. I look closer, and the engravings show me the year of the burial of each resting place.
By Mother Combs (Sharon)3 years ago in Fiction
Close Call
Red raw and bloody. Ice tightened its grip around human fish fingers. Blood trickled down fingernails before hardening. Whistling in the frozen air, a kettle calling out however there is no one there to listen. The storm rages on, covering the earth in a white blanket. Nothing could have survived that…
By Elizabeth Butler3 years ago in Fiction
Snow Castles
I can’t stand when snow touches my skin. It sends shivers throughout my body and soul. Things were so much different when I was a kid. Back in the 1980s, snow was the most amazing thing in the whole world. Back then I would enjoy lying in the snow. Snow angles were a favorite pastime.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Miracles. Content Warning.
Many years ago, I lived with an abusive man, who outweighed me by 150 pounds. One frigid night in February, he had me by the neck and was slamming my head into the living room wall. I knew he was about to kill me. As I was losing consciousness, a dove landed on our balcony railing. My abuser stopped and marveled, thinking he could lure the bird inside. That dove gave me just enough time to escape the apartment.
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Fiction
