Microfiction
"THE MOONBEAM CAFE LOVE". Top Story - January 2024. Content Warning.
This is a fictional story. All characters are fictional. This is a creation from the author, Vicki Lawana Trusselli's brain of visual dreams of life. Venice Beach and North Hollywood are real places. The cafe, apartment and story are fictional.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 years ago in Fiction
Lost and Found. Content Warning.
You and I were the same growing up. We walked in each other's shoes, wore the same clothes, we even did our hair the same way. I really didn't think there was a time we would ever be apart. I remember you reading your teen crush magazines, singing and dancing to your favorite bands. Playing M.A.S.H. with your friends, and swearing one day you were going to marry A.J. from the Backstreet Boys. You were so innocent and carefree in those days. Boys had cooties… Until one day, they didn't.
By Tressa Rose3 years ago in Fiction
The Arcade
There was an arcade at the old building. It was only open during school hours. Kids would ditch school to go there. It was ran by a man named Dr Insidious. He wasn't a real doctor, and that was just the name he used. One day an arrogant annoying boy skipped school and told him his games were too easy. Unaffected, Dr Insidious challenged him to his own game-skull dice.
By Sid Aaron Hirji3 years ago in Fiction
Linden's Flower. Top Story - January 2024.
EDIT: I was somehow under the impression that we weren't supposed to credit the creator of the image we were assigned, but that wasn't the case. I'm happy to give credit to Leslie Merrit for the featured image I had the pleasure of using for the challenge.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Fiction
A Plumeria to Remember
I brought a plumeria with me today. Sitting at the spot. You know the spot. Where we would sit. Where the sea air catches against the palms and filters down the long fronds and we would feel the chills course through our bodies. As I feel those chills flow through my body and shiver, I remember. I remember it like it was yesterday, the first time we sat there. The first time I reached over to you and pulled you in close to rest your head against my body. To warm you.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
The Frozen Lake. Content Warning.
This story has been written in response to L.C. Schäfer's proposal to spend 2024 losing my mind...sorry, I mean, 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
Com N. Decency
It is with great regret that we announce the passing of beloved citizen Com N. Decency (originally Com N. Sense, Jr.) on November 8, 2016. He was poisoned in his sleep, left to die a slow and painful death. His final words were “Don’t punish my murderer too harshly. You must pity those who are so sick as to commit such a deed.”
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 years ago in Fiction
