Microfiction

Keys
I wonder when she'll notice we're gone? The snow is still falling thickly, and I'd heard the news talking about a three-day storm. I was nice and shiny when I dropped, wheeee! That was fun! But it wasn't long before I was covered over.
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Fiction
They Come in 3s: Part 3
Epiphany, first: Being alive as its own reward. My miracle, self-actuation of self-awareness. Epiphany, second: Sorting out the perspective of the truly important things in life. My miracle, forgiveness.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
They Come in 3s: Part 2
I returned to that pier the next day. Again, I was greeted by my cetacean Master of Ceremonies, who performed his perfunctory gesture, leaving me drenched in spittle from his blow-hole.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Willow's Way
Willow liked the cold. Below freezing temps, bring it on. Winter was definitely her favorite time of the year, especially when it snowed. It was the time that she truly felt at ease outside. She could spend hours outside during icy temperatures. Willow found that loving the cold was even more so after her sixteenth birthday.
By Mother Combs (Sharon)3 years ago in Fiction
They Come in 3s: Part 1
She came to me on the first day at this lovely seaside town. I was on the pier, admiring the sunset, when a porpoise shot out of the water and turned to purposely and porpoisely exhale a plume of water at me. It was a miracle, this roguish act of nature.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the White. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
Unable to move, I feel the lumbering motion of snow sliding above me, engulfing me in this suffocating shadowiness. I shiver uncontrollably, as the pressure slowly squeezes oxygen out of my lungs. Buried alive under the weight of this crystalized shroud, to be forever entombed in a frozen grave with no head stone. Although consumed in total darkness, I close my eyes, yet sleep eludes my exhausted body as rumbling vibrations from above give me false hope of rescue. In truth I don’t know which way is up or down.
By JBaz3 years ago in Fiction
Clip Clop. Top Story - January 2024.
In the old days, it was different. Whether you had a horse or not, and whether you liked them or not... If you heard clip-clop on the street, some inner child prompted you to go to the window. You'd look out with some small satisfaction.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Chasing Clarity
Her brother had urged her to order four pairs of us, and though she was hesitant, she eventually succumbed to his advice. I, one of those pairs, knew exactly how this would unfold. It was a familiar story, one that had played out countless times before. As we were pulled out of the box, I whispered to my sibling glasses, promising to reunite with them in the next lifetime.
By Jennifer Lancaster @jenergy173 years ago in Fiction
All of the Colors. Top Story - January 2024.
The body that lay outside was blue. The inside of the cabin was blue as well. Not literally blue, of course. Standard log cabin, brown, with a lit fireplace. Half empty bottle on a wooden table. But the room felt blue.
By Dakota Smothers3 years ago in Fiction
Snowflake. Content Warning.
I don't know who made this or thought it was a good idea to build it in these snowy wastes. They told me it contained secrets and it would show me unimagined treasures and I believed every word they said, some people are very persuasive.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
The Carolina's
When we were in the Carolinas, can you see all of the snow and ice? Well, no, you can't as there wasn't much. However, the roads were closed all over the place. Too slick, too much snow to go anywhere.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Fiction
Snowy Tales
The snow fell relentlessly, each flake a frozen memory settling on the desolation around me. I sought refuge in this isolated cabin, hoping the quiet would drown out the cacophony in my mind. But the snow had a different plan, turning serenity into a sinister stage.
By Kel3 years ago in Fiction