Microfiction
"Secrets of the Mystery Gully: Amelia's Uncommon Excursion into the Unexplored World"
Chapter 7: The Forge of Destiny Elysia's way driven her to the edge of a ruined no man's land known as the Burned Fields. The air was weighty with heat, and the ground broke underneath her feet. The remainders of a once-flourishing human progress lay dispersed, an obvious indication of the decimation that had occurred for this land.
By home doctor3 years ago in Fiction
Aphdry
She pulls the covers up and nuzzles in. Her credit card interest fee's are high, holidays are coming and she'd have to cut back on presenting the feast she had hoped to present to her family. The gifts she wished she could buy people would have to be supplanted with the next best she could afford. She had a big heart with large wishing dreams for others she knew were inconceivable in today's world and her situation. She couldn't remember the dreams of her own, but wanted others to believe in the ability to achieve dreams and goals. Tonight, instead of thinking of these realisms, her brain branching took her no where near these thoughts. Instead to thoughts of a specific feeling. She thought of the first time she watched 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' with Audrey Hepburn. The multitude of times she watched 'Sabrina' from 1995. She loved the classic feel not only of the woman being portrayed in the film, but the films themselves. How the acting took center stage to carry the story with very few effects. Very few bells and whistles. The old glam we aspire to on special occasions. The look those women inspire that the rest of us hope to achieve once in our lives. Next branching off to the memory of my sweet pea, my dog. Originally someone elses dog, but the first time I met her she seemed to know I was hers. She ran in, B-lined towards me, and gave me a hug. Maybe she knew I needed one. She put her head on my shoulder while sitting on my lap. The night I got in bed and she crawled up, snuggling in under the crook of my arm. Everyday I wonder how such a sweet creature exists. She is pure sugar and love. I cherrish how her original owner could be so kind as to let us adopt her, realizing her love for us. I often think my dog is a human in a dog body, she is so understanding and expressive. A thought of sitting on the bed and how she will reach a paw out to put on top of my hand. According to youtube videos, her way of saying I love you. I whisper tiredly, "I love you too baby cakes". Branching once again from the same feeling, I reminisce about the first time I received a top story listing. When I realized someone or someones actually read my writings. Then the tip. Then a family member saying "you were paid, I guess you may be a writer. At least a start." A start, starting is the hardest part at times, I made it past this. Made it past the care and vulnerability of sharing wild thoughts from my untameable mind. Like a child, with visions of sugar plums that danced in my head, searching words to express not the words but feelings and stories. The branch sways me to sleep, carrying me to panglossian dreams. Sent from my Galaxy
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
Nosthymeoria
Evelyn often found herself lost in moments that never were. Her worn leather armchair was a stalwart vessel against the pressing concerns of reality, transporting her to a time that existed only in her imagination. She'd close her eyes and let the soft strains of a forgotten song fill the room, a melody that breathed of dreams never chased and loves never confessed.
By Aaron Richmond3 years ago in Fiction
Sewerdiferous
His gelatinous body quivered and roiled as Blobby slithered from one intersecting sewer pipe to another. He filled his lungs with the sewerdiferous aromas that permeated the air surrounding him. How could anyone not enjoy starting their day this way? Why would anyone choose to live in a world that didn’t smell like the one he grew up in?
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
The Man in the Trench Coat
Adelaide visited the same café, bright and early every morning. She sat, for the most part, unnoticed, just as she preferred, sipping a cup of coffee and struggling to write her novel on a laptop. And each day, she looked forward to seeing him, the man in the trench coat. He arrived every morning at nine o'clock on the dot, and without fail, he wore the trench coat. He cut quite the impressive figure, handsome and confident in attire and demeanor. He never glanced her way, but from where she sat at a corner table, Adelaide could watch him through half-shuttered lashes. What was beneath the trench coat, she could not help but wonder, her mind running rampant with possibilities.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
Hallowfiend
Hallofiend - a person who is addicted to Halloween. Michael is an 11 year old boy known by those around him as the Hallofiend. The people in his life call him this with the belief that he is addicted to Halloween. Whenever the summer ends and Halloween season approaches, Michael just cannot contain himself. Michael himself was in extreme denial about himself until the morning of September 20th when his favorite stores in the area had not yet started putting up their Halloween decorations.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
