Microfiction

The Stroke of Midnight 7
There I was stuck somehow to the floor with masks Ying and Yang slowly approaching. I remembered reading something for my research and I wondered. Masks freeze where you are and let me know what you want. So, mote it be. I know a book of spells who knows, but it worked. The masks stopped and froze and then I stepped forward. I asked Ying 'Well.' The mask stared. I asked Yang 'Well'. It just stared. I walked around the room studied and it for maybe some answers for why this room and not the other room they were at.
By Mark Grahamabout a month ago in Fiction
Do Pumpkins Walk?
I have a story for you; but you'll never believe me, or you might. I was taking a bath when this big, orange shiny head peeped through the crack of my door. It had a weird little face with bright orange eyes.
By Carol Ann Townendabout a month ago in Fiction
I walked here in the snow. Honorable Mention in Out of Season Challenge.
A snowstorm in July. Would you believe me if I said that was what brought me to your house? To your quaint little cabin tucked away in the woods.
By Raine Nealabout a month ago in Fiction
The Wrong Chat
At 6:17 on a Wednesday afternoon, you are added to a WhatsApp group called Room 6 Pickup & Playdates. You are waiting in your car outside of your daughter's dance studio, where the windows are lightly fogged with the effort of eighteen tiny bodies giving their all in unison. You are watching your daughter, her black leotard hiding the sweat building on her skin. She focuses so intently, you can almost see the little vein that pops up on her forehead.
By Autumn Stewabout a month ago in Fiction
The Stroke of Midnight 6
While I was standing there stuck it seems there was what I called Ying and Yang just daring me to move. That is the feeling that I was receiving. Why do I think this aren't they just papier-mache masks. I wonder what would happen if I threw water on them. I needed to find a way to move. This is a dream, I think, and I am only sleepwalking, I am. Just let me close my eyes for a little while and open them to see what happens and maybe I will awake in my bed with no worries. Go.
By Mark Grahamabout a month ago in Fiction
Tucked Under The Skin
Just below the surface tucked under the skin Making room for the stillness Until the worry begins As sly as a secret or past memory
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Fiction
My Landlord Asked About the Stain in the Basement
My landlord asked about the stain in the basement. I told him it was grandfathered in. He stood at the bottom of the stairs with one hand on the railing and the other holding his little inspection clipboard.
By Jesse L Shelleyabout a month ago in Fiction
The Paramedic Asked How Long the Person Had Been Like That
“How long has he been like that?” “I wrote it down.” “You wrote down when you found him?” “I write things down.” The paramedic looked at the notebook in my hand.
By Jesse L Shelleyabout a month ago in Fiction
The Neighborhood Watch Asked Me to Join
The Neighborhood Watch Asked Me to Join Apparently enthusiasm can be misinterpreted. They asked because I was observant. That was the word Susan used.
By Jesse L Shelleyabout a month ago in Fiction
I Began Saying “You Can Go Now” to People Who Had Just Arrived
I began saying, “You can go now,” to people who had just arrived. A surprising number of them did. The first was a delivery driver.
By Jesse L Shelleyabout a month ago in Fiction
The Neighbor’s Dog Stopped Barking at Me
The neighbor’s dog used to bark every time I walked past the fence. Then one morning, it didn’t. I stopped by the gate and waited.
By Jesse L Shelleyabout a month ago in Fiction
I Began Keeping My Camera Frozen on Purpose
I started freezing my camera during meetings because the connection was bad. At least, that’s what I told them. I found a frame where I looked attentive. Chin slightly lowered. Mouth neutral. Eyes aimed just beneath the camera, like I was studying whoever happened to be speaking.
By Jesse L Shelleyabout a month ago in Fiction