Microfiction

Cold Vigil
My father, the mountain, speaks to me. His voice makes my own sound like the excited pica’s. Thunder will talk with him, but never argue. Many come to talk with my father, to look at him and think. Some come to my father looking for gold or other shining children of the earth. Their flesh is sour and makes me feel tired and confused.
By D. J. Reddall3 years ago in Fiction
Game Day Sweatshirt
Here I am, scrunched up on the floor in the backseat of an Uber with a footprint on my back. Dismissed and forgotten. It’s my worst fear realized.
By Leslie Writes3 years ago in Fiction
One Last Performance
This was it. After tonight Michael's career as a musician would be officially over. At fifteen years old, he taught himself how to play guitar. Most of his friends and family called him a musical prodigy. Growing up he enjoyed listening to music for hours. He'd go to the local festivals in his area to listen to local bands. His uncle Charlie was the drummer in one of those bands Michael enjoyed listening to and learning from. Uncle Charlie's weekend hobby was his nephew's greatest passionate.
By Mattie :)3 years ago in Fiction
So Many Commemorations, So Few Days
January 19 is National Popcorn Day, National Gun Appreciation Day, and New Friends Day. True, these are the product of self-promotion on the part of, as examples, The Popcornhusker State, PopNebraska; the gun lobby, who feels we should appreciate how guns — VERY easily — put extra holes in people; and — perhaps — your old friends who think it might be time to get some new friends.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Vanishing Deception
In the heart of the bustling city, an imposing office building stood as the repository of classified information. Assigned to guard and locate its secrets were a group of vigilant female officers. Little did they know that an adept spy had the same objective to obtain the confidential information concealed within.
By ME Gusta3 years ago in Fiction
A Pound of Soul
Quick note: this is part of a series of microfiction stories, centred around Moira. They are best read in order, or one on its own as a stand alone. They may lose something in the wrong order. Here they are:
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Hellebores
The story writing continues! Tomorrow will be another milestone. You can read some about L.C. Schäfer's idea for a writing marathon here and see some of the prompts being used:
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Buried Treasure
It's my first week at Write Club, so I must write. This is my entry for RM Stockton's Write Club Prompt 1: Write an Obituary.
By Rebekah Conard3 years ago in Fiction
World's End
This story has been written in response to L.C. Schäfer's proposal to spend 2024 choosing to write a microfiction story every day, making 366 stories for every day of this lovely leap year. You can check her original story out here:
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Day the Comet Wiped Out the Thesaurs
January 18 is National Thesaurus Day. January 18 also ranks 278th (out of 366 dates) in birthdate popularity. That rank is just rank, offensive, stinky, gross, and noxious.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
The Escapees
L.C. Schäfer proposed a challenge to write a microfiction every day for a year and I am still here, writing away, trying to come up with new ideas and actually having a blast. You can read about her here:
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Just Desserts. Content Warning.
Quick note - if you'd like to the previous ones, they're here (1) and here (2). All three very short! This should work as a standalone - let me know whether you think it does.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction