Microfiction
Alzchuism [alls-choo-is-em]
The mind can perform miraculous feats in a short amount of time. It’s the simple things that baffles scientist, prompting extensive research. Most of which are a waste of taxpayers' money. There is no solution to certain mental processes. In layman's terms, it is what it is.
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Fiction
The Obstultancy of Unearned Wealth. Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge.
Standing porcine at the Soho gallery’s opening night, Burton was free with his opinions. Although he knew little about art. And had never heard of this season’s fresh, must-see talent. He was a heavy man, marked with a drunk’s rosacea. When he talked, which was most of the time, he droned with monotonic, unintelligent certainty - sucking the light out of the r00m like a mindless black hole.
By Pitt Griffin3 years ago in Fiction
Oblighaustion
Jamie drags herself out of bed as the alarm clock buzzes. It feels like she just closed her eyes, and it’s already morning! Like a mindless zombie, she stumbles into the kitchen for breakfast. What’s the quickest? Coffee and cereal like always. Breakfast is cold and bland as she wolfs it down, never savoring, never tasting.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland3 years ago in Fiction
Insatisitirepistemania (noun)
I’m a writer. I paint landscapes of worlds unseen on blank pages, with finite words and insufficient punctuation. I break chains of complacency. I push boundaries to wreak havoc on monotony. I burn bridges and invent new structures to carry and connect us. I build houses for new language to dwell. And I throttle diction beyond sight, into oblivion. It’s intoxicating, yet daunting. What if words to articulate the inexplicable never emerge in me?
By Jennifer David3 years ago in Fiction
A Wofflessgilipollas By Any Other Name… Is Still A Wofflessgilipollas . Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge.
He wasn’t bad to look at if you oozed boredom like Mrs. J. Sanchez did most weekdays. As gardeners went, Joaquin’s rates were modest, $18.95/hr. He worked speedily, so his clientele throughout Altamonte Springs, Orlando flourished. Retirement villages mostly, but a few homeowners like Mrs. S with service needs, channeling their aburrimiento (boredom) into pristine gardens.
By The Dani Writer3 years ago in Fiction
Repitrage. Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge.
Another test. I won't be the one taking the test and even so the prospect is exhausting. I scan the questions. Seriously, who writes these? And question three! None of those multiple choice options are even correct! Oh, there’s a note from the department chair:
By D.K. Shepard3 years ago in Fiction
Sociolassus. Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
Freedom. She almost had it. She waved to the last of the partygoers as they departed. The disappearing headlights served as twin lighthouses in the night, assuring her that the farther they got, the farther she was from the rocky shore of social obligations.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 years ago in Fiction
Wave Your Hand
This story was originally published on Medium. ************** He had many spells and potions that cleared the air, that erased negativity, that increased positivity… but would he place his hands on the windowsill and lift the window on his own? Let out the stale odors? Would he grab the pencil, flip it over in his hands, and manually erase that thing he should not have written?
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 years ago in Fiction
Selenwhisper
The night draped over Elara’s shoulders like a velvet shawl as she stepped onto the dewy grass. The world around her slept, save for the whispers of nocturnal creatures and rustling leaves. The moon hung low, a silver medallion pinned against the obsidian sky. Its light cast a serene glow over the slumbering earth.
By Carla Paton3 years ago in Fiction
