Microfiction
The Girl. Content Warning.
She is standing there, in the abyss, speechless, staring at Rebecca. As Rebecca walks up to her, she whispers, "Who are you?" to the ghostly girl. "You already know me... I'm Erin," She says, obviously angry and annoyed at Rebecca for not knowing her name. Rebecca becomes scared, backing up slowly, not looking away from Erin. Erin's grin becomes mischievous, causing a great amount of anxiety in Rebecca. The fear is noticeable and Erin takes advantage of it. All of a sudden, Rebecca sees Erin's knife in front of her.
By Rene Peters3 years ago in Fiction
SANDS OF TIME
The Trailing Train 🚂 hooted and it was laboring along endlessly. It was on a prolonged run moving across many cascading turns. Everything was ensuing itself into this unwinding path of no returns. Needless to say, in all this, the tracks were also abruptly vanishing, and vaguely—the sensation was a total gooey amalgam. It was no illusion. The quasi in such a context was noticeable. But, in some connected sense, history was leading into a personage of ghastliest lineament.
By Madhu Goteti 3 years ago in Fiction
Nature Nurture
I brake. A pack of greyish brown kittens scamper across the tar and up my neighbor’s concrete drive, batting crisp leaves with extra large forepaws. Cute. I quiver. Kindof …supersized. Black marks like claw swipes fan from black triangular noses. Enchantment stills my breath. To the west lay snow peaked mountains, to the south and east, elegant, custom houses. My heart rumtums a spiritual drum. Civilized skyscrapers rise above the plains half hour northwest. My window whirrs, cool air swirls. Intelligent, golden eyes turn, latch on mine. For one stunned second, I am seen, considered, dismissed by an adolescent bobcat.
By Barbara Steinhauser 3 years ago in Fiction
Oblivion
He didn’t see her. Everyone else did. Not him. He saw a meal ticket as he stood at the altar watching his white gowned bride pass candles, glowing. The scent of sterling roses floated above her beloved friends and family, soaring with the best voices in her college choir. He saw arm candy, they, carrot-topped grace, unearned love and favor. A congregation of 200 Lutherans and 51 upwardly mobile witnessed her stare into his baby blues. Heard her uncertain, “I do.” Nearly forty years and he remained willing to squander resources on pipe dreams. Had she missed his “I don’t?”
By Barbara Steinhauser 3 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Swords
Ruby blood dripped down his ornate longsword’s blade onto the arena sands–blood they said would run black as mud. Cathar stood over his prey and pulled off his helm. The nameless ogre lay low upon its back, knee shattered by a well-placed strike from the anointed knight.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 years ago in Fiction
Drowned. Content Warning.
As Michelle slowly sank to the freezing water's bottom, she wondered how she could have gone wrong. The favorite child of a successful New York doctor, betrothed to a successful New York lawyer, and on her way home from the most expensive finishing school. Her father had even gotten her tickets onboard a ship sailing its maiden voyage. What could be more exciting than that?
By Mother Combs (Sharon)3 years ago in Fiction
