Microfiction
Jade
"It's a nightmare dreaming about you, Fang." Jade leaned across the balcony, speaking down to him from the shadows as the burning sunset of nearby forest fires spilled through the skylight. It was ominous light, vaguely undulating with the distance smoke, and shone across Jade with all the wrong intensities.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Fiction
Building a Better Army
Elon folded the plans for his latest propulsion system and tucked them into his pocket before entering the Oval Office. He stopped short when he found his commanding lookalike watching an Imagineer tinkering with a Putin animatronic.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Piano Played
Introduction This is a tale inspired by 'Spirit' by George Roux that I found in The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here: The music is "The Heart Asks Pleasure First / The Promise" from "The Piano" soundtrack by Michael Nyman.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
What's Wrong with Jack
I gather my sisters for our annual fall ritual. Just three single pumpkin spice girlies getting lost in a corn maze, eating cider donuts, and bumping along on a hayride to the pumpkin patch. We search for a healthy specimen that’s perfectly round with no blemishes and the complexion of a traffic cone. Eventually we find him. He’s large enough to carve, but light enough to carry back to our wagon.
By Leslie Writesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Room In The Mirror. Content Warning.
In the hallway of his house, he had a big mirror, although he seldom used it, it was just there, above the hall table. One day, he looked and he noticed something strange, the reflection wasn't the hallways at all, but a dark bedroom. He could see a bed and a window, but he couldn't see what the window looked out on.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Lone Skum
His fat fingers scraped against the crumbs embedded between the cushions. Damn quarters were so hard to find these days. But he had reached his breaking point and desperately needed one. Finally, his fingers closed on a precious metal disc and he triumphantly raced down the hall clutching his prize.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout a year ago in Fiction
In Strange Trees. Content Warning.
Introduction This image from The Enchanted Booklet has been haunting me for a while. I don't know the artist or the story behind it, but combined with a strange wood that is close to my home, I saw a story.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
