Microfiction
Loud Silence
Divya and Anand lived as a couple, their marriage of twelve years cloaked in an unspoken and regretful sadness that hung in the air like a heavy fog. They had shared the same four walls, yet silence between them was louder than any argument they had ever had. The once-happy Hindu couple found themselves in the hollow depths of an unhappy and unfulfilling marriage. They were bound together by societal norms, but the embers of their fierce love had long faded into a mournful silence.
By Sidra Anjum3 years ago in Fiction
Fluggard
Ivy was never the most smooth when it came to interactions with people. But there was one day in particular, she would never forget. It's her first year of college and she starts meeting new friends. Her, and her bestie Anne, enjoy playing basketball, and that's where Ivy meets Tyler for the first time. She's immediately attracted. She ends up on his team, someone passes her the ball and Tyler begins to swarm around her, protecting her and the ball. He begins encouraging her to shoot the ball, she blushes. It's a tough shot, but she shoots, and she scores! Tyler shows so much excitement toward her, cheering her on, she loves it. She spends the next several hours talking to Anne about him, ends up two seats away from him in class, and ends her day outside on the steps of her dorm with Anne. They had went to the store earlier to grab some sweets after the game, so Ivy was munching on a Mr. Goodbar when Tyler walks by smiling and says "Hey, what's up?" And that's when Ivy's brain fluggard, and she responded "Hunk of chocolate?" She turned a deep red realizing she just said the word hunk. "I meant chunk of chocolate..." Tyler chuckles, blushing a little himself, and kindly accepts.
By Tressa Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Endomerimnasturm
It's especially strong at night, the squall within her head turning sleep into a faraway island, impossible to reach through the arcing, crashing waves. The hours stretch out, out to an untouchable horizon, darkness and nothingness and no one else left living in the world but her. And then suddenly the light between the curtains is pale lavender and orange and she has slept, somehow – and instantly it's back, floodwater lapping her chin: something's wrong. Before she is even half-awake, before she can formulate a clear thought, there is simply the wordless, shapeless sense: something bad is going to happen. You're failing. You're sinking.
By Rose Esposito3 years ago in Fiction
Ectophile
"Who is Darla talking to?" Brandt, a loving father of three, voices his concern to his young wife, Kassidy. The eerie conversations between his five year old and an unknown presence started a few weeks after moving into the aged colonial near the Hudson River.
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Fiction
Cold Embers of Faith: A Tale of Redemption in Bursa
In the heart of a chilly town in Bursa, there was a devout Muslim girl named Nazia. She was known for her simplicity and purity of heart. Her faith was a guiding light, just like the warm, amber light of a lantern, hanging steadily -protecting her against the biting winds that swept across the town. Every morning before the break of dawn, she would rise from her cozy bed, shivering in the cold as she slipped into her robe and offered her namaz- her heartfelt prayers. Her closeness to God was her solace in a world often draped in a blanket of frost.
By Sidra Anjum3 years ago in Fiction
Horrabull
Horrabull - a deep love or infatuation with horror movies. Laurie Prescott had been told from an early age that she was a “Horrabull”. When her parents first called her this she was only five years old. In those younger years she thought nothing of it, but when she became a teenager she started giving it some thought. At first she denied her horrabullity when she first came to understand it, but she also became open to the idea that it might be true when she retraced her social habits.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
