Microfiction
Technion
The Ceremonial Temple of the Ninjato was open for public viewing once more. Tonight was to be a special evening with the changing of the guard for a new ninja leader and guardian of their entire tribe. This special Ninja leader, soon to be a Technion, had been found worthy of special talents combining the best in technology and sorcery with his own martial arts mastery.
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Fiction
Muddelex /mud-dull-lex/
Ascension Laura's psychosis embellishes multifarious prognostications. The utilization of extraneous methodologies inadequately contradicts evolutionary understanding. Her clandestine existence antithetically portrays intricacies, gravitating towards mental oblivion.
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Fiction
Antiquaressence
Portobello Road was one of her favorite places on Earth. The maze of cobblestone streets peppered with tourists promised hidden treasure if you were patient enough to go hunting. The rules were simple. Avoid said tourists at almost all costs. They usually opted for the neat stalls, all the finds deftly organized in the windows, beckoning in more hopeless saps. Suckers.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Fiction
Whisbreatru In Salem Village, 1692. Content Warning.
I begged him not to go. These examinations are based on deception, those girls are lying! I grabbed the saddle from his horse that he wrangled away from me. A stubborn old fool who was willing to delve into the preposterous belief that they would not turn on him. Then he, when accused, should turn on me. Here I have devoted my life to becoming a good wife to him and a woman of God. As such I could not condone lies. I have a mind and because I will speak, I am cast as wicked. I pray for these souls. I am a woman of the church that is why Giles married an old soul who could bare him nothing. He knew I read books. He knew I was more invested in truth, as it will bring our souls to the purity, we once all were. He knew yet he has joined the accusers.
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Fiction
Cosmosenergification
Sunrise permeated my tent, inviting me to rise from my slumber. My waking mind wandered to the career I just quit, and residual waves of anxiety shot through my nerves. I pulled my sleeping bag over my head, hoping for respite. Suddenly, I heard the forest gently whisper. It wasn't an audible voice but rather an intrinsic understanding that vibrated up my spine. I lay silent, hoping I'd hear it again.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Fiction
Zogshly
When I was a kid–just coming to terms with what sounds needed to stay and where to place them in my very limited vocabulary, feeling the limits of the English language when compared to my wonderfully creative mind and speech impediment–I created tons of words.
By when I write3 years ago in Fiction
The Indefatigable Case of Biliferalfricitis
It happened like clockwork. A silent, yet resounding alarm went off in his head and an itch, an unscratchable itch, formed just below the skin liable to drive even the sanest asunder. None of his clothes would fit right, the sound of voices, dull, grating blades against his skin, the mere presence of people and thought searing paper cuts.
By Kay Johner3 years ago in Fiction
Evelyn and the Apple Tree
There once was a girl named Evelyn who lived in a small village. She was a kind and gentle girl, and she loved to spend time outdoors. One day, Evelyn was walking in the forest when she came across an apple tree. The tree was old and gnarled, but it was full of beautiful apples. Evelyn picked an apple and took a bite. It was the most delicious apple she had ever tasted!
By Mother Combs (Sharon)3 years ago in Fiction
Phantomoscillia
Halloween was still a few weeks away. With the winds coming off the bayou, it got a mite chilly at night but during the day was still warm. In early evening, I made my way down the streets of New Orleans, passing the walking tours, full of tourists soaking up all the grisly history that filled the streets with gore and lore. I don’t need to pay for a tour, I have seen all the haunts before.
By Kate Kastelberg 3 years ago in Fiction
