Microfiction
Versions of Introversion
JANUARY 2, WORLD INTROVERT DAY For too long he blended into the background. He remained merely at his steady state — his most stable, constant, regular, even, uniform, unchanging, unvarying, unwavering, unfluctuating, invariant, and unbroken energy stratum of inadventurous venturism.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
New beginnings.
All stories start small, and all start halfway through another, never really new beginnings so much as new developments. Even endings meld and merge into ongoings. Mine is no different. I was born afraid, as my ancestors learnt to be, and brave, as they needed to be, and one day I will die and leave a million ripples behind me. Some will reach a near shore, others will spread outwards, the peaks flattening until barely perceptible. None are likely to make waves, but I keep throwing out pebbles, searching for that little pushback, that lets me know that somewhere out there, my ripple came up against another thrower of pebbles. That no man is an island.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
A New Beginning. Top Story - January 2024.
Bright white nothing. Blinking against the glare, I willed my churning guts to still. Chewed my lip, wiped my sweaty palms on my trousers. I'd never been on a spaceship before. I tried not to stare around me (not that there was anything to look at) but this left nowhere for my gaze to rest but on his(?) huge black eyes.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
New Beginnings
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
Freedom?
Every morning I wake and it's the same old thing. Every morning I wake and I want to be there. Not here. Not here. Every morning life takes a crap on me again. All my dreams are of that place. The place where she is and where they are. Where it all went right and wrong at such a quick pace, but it's the only place I want to be, trying to fix what I broke.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
New Year's Nuptials
Today was Neddie’s wedding day, the first day of the year. Pa had arranged for a marriage for her with the Hanson boy, whose family had offered a cow with two calves as part of the small dowry they were able to pay. The Hanson boy was good-looking, about three years younger than she was, and half her height.
By Mother Combs (Sharon)3 years ago in Fiction
