Short Story

A Cock About to Cro-
Yes, Mike-in-Accounts, I'm fat. Well done you for noticing. I heard him talking about me. He was in the middle of saying something crude and cruel, and didn't realise I'd descended from Logistics to ask a question. I was right behind him.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Thoughts of a Dead Person
These are the things I think after I am dead. Or perhaps I think them all in those final seconds. Whichever it is, it doesn't matter. I am adrift from all concept of time. The latter would feel like the former.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
The Flashlight (2024)
Isidoro takes a refreshing inhalation of the cool mountain air as he hikes along the trails in a quiet wooded area. He had worked sixteen days consecutively and was ready for a calm, relaxing day all alone with nature -- hiking, bird watching, and skinny-dipping in the lake.
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Fiction
How Long before you noticed I wasn't there?
I am sure it is probably the best day to reach out to you from here under the snow laden ground where I am fused to the cement with salt and dirt and freezing water. There are 12 inches of snow upon me now and I don't know if you will ever find me. It is freezing. Although it is dark and light at the same time. I can feel the pressure of the snow and the ground does rumble. I don't know how long I will be here under this icy rubble.
By Abbey June Schwartz3 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the North Wind. Content Warning.
It reactivated. The sensory input overwhelmed it at first. Processing the multitude of unknown sounds needing categorization became the first objective. It completed this task in half a second. Lighting levels changed in random patterns, making vision difficult, but it overcame the obstacle with indifferent efficiency and obtained vision again. Adjusting to lighting conditions proved to be another simple task, and the once foreign noises that created confusion formed a pattern. It remembered the idea of language within the massive memory stores of its consciousness. From what it ascertained, it had been confined within a wooden container. Now that it was becoming fully aware, the container became laughable. The wooden crate was useless as a means of confinement.
By Ben Soto3 years ago in Fiction
À Propos Of The Falling Snow. Content Warning.
You will tell me, gentlemen, how inappropriate and undesirable my following comments are, and how only a fool, a desparate lunatic would think up and share such things with others.
By YonathanJ - Writer3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Oak & Acorn - Episode 5
A Picnic Under the Harvest Moon The harvest moon, a celestial lantern, bathed Acorn Creek in an ethereal glow. On the familiar hilltop, a patchwork quilt of memories – worn blankets spread beneath the moonlight. Elias, a boy woven from summer and silence, Sarah, his firefly-bright companion, Mama, a canvas where joy and sorrow wrestled, and Papa, a silhouette cast by regret, perched upon its warmth, hesitant smiles battling moonlit shadows.
By J.mellal3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Oak & Acorn - Episode 4
Secrets Under the Weeping Willow The weeping willow, a silvery curtain against the bruised twilight, sighed secrets into the hushed air. Beneath its emerald eaves, Papa sat, a statue sculpted from regret and solitude. The creek mirrored his melancholic state, its glassy surface reflecting a man adrift in a sea of unspoken sorrows. Elias, a fledgling navigator on this emotional ocean, approached with measured steps, his heart carrying a fragile lantern of hope.
By J.mellal3 years ago in Fiction
Resolution
Two weeks since I started this challenge. L.C. Schäfer proposed to spend 2024 choosing to write a microfiction story every day, making 366 stories for every day of this lovely leap year and here we are at 14! That deserves a toast!. You can check her original story out here:
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Staircase In The Forest
How did I get here? Isn't that the question of the ages? I'm not quite sure myself, but I've been here for a while. Long enough to watch the trees grow from saplings to towering oaks. Long enough to see the constellations shift, and the seasons come and go.
By B3 years ago in Fiction
Good Vibrations
Okay, this is really not my fault. I am now in a very different spot than I’m used to (buzz). And I really did not expect the screaming and the trip through the air like that (buzz buzz). So dark, too…
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Bachelor Party
Once, one of Mother Combs's closest friends was getting married, so she and a few others set up a bachelor party for him. They invited many of his closest friends and family. They arranged for a wet bar to be set up and a caterer to bring in a meal of prime ribs. They’d planned for everything and even made a giant cake and hired a young, beautiful woman to jump out of the cake for her friend.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction