Microfiction

The Secret To Success - an eye opening story
Formerly upon a time there was a youthful man who worked at a plant his tutor an old technician tutored him to talk less do further and noway stop developing his chops in every aspect of the plant's operations ten times latterly the old man retired and the youthful man came a technician himself he continued to do his work with the same fidelity and industriousness as he was tutored one day he visited his tutor the old man saw that he sounded unhappy and asked what was troubling him the youthful man soughed and poured his heart out i have been following your instructions exactly all these times no matter what i work on i keep quiet and concentrate on the job i know i've done good work at the plant and i've learned all the chops that can be learned there what i don't understand is that the guys who do not have my experience or capabilities have all been promoted while i'm still making as little as i did ahead when i was your apprentice the old man asked are you positive that you have come necessary to the plant the youthful man jounced yes the old man paced back and forth to suppose after a while he turned to the youthful man must request the day off using whatever reason you like it is time for you to give yourself a break the youthful man was surprised by this advice but the more he allowed
By William3 years ago in Fiction
Three Minute Microfiction
three micro fabrication pieces written and recited by robert fairhead number one there's no need to wake up it's the grand final and the temptress is due at any moment my platoon demurred the ball and it tumbles towards our pretensions our sympathizers cheer and roar willing the ball to be straight and true though some like me hold our breaths a thing will win the game for our platoon and we will be titleholders for a many heart- stopping seconds while the ball tumbles and we roar or hold our breaths a platoon has neither won nor lost and also it happens the ball falls short the other platoon gathers it and their sympathizers raw the temptress sounds our sympathizers are silent while theirs cheer loudly but latterly when i dream of those final many seconds that cursed ball tumbles straight and true through my platoon's pretensions it's our sympathizers who cheer and war the loudest and we're the titleholders and though i know it's only a dream i'm filled with joy so if i am tossing and turning in bed do not shake my shoulder leave me sleeping there's no need to wake up number two and i did not indeed get condemned i had borne guilt and despair about the fate of our overpopulated and weakened earth for numerous times also in a waking moment i saw how i a lowly middle-aged nothing could save the earth and her people and all her precious life a gathering of world leaders was my chance i would shirk the security cordon insinuate their private meetings and move them of the need for critical action with scientific data and numbers and superheated speech yes there would be consequences i would be arrested condemned and spend long lonely times behind bars and i would not see my children grow into grown-ups but the conviction and jail term would be worth it to know that i had saved the earth for them their children and their children's children i smiled and made my plan yet when the day came i did nothing i watched the world leaders on the television news pledging further profitable growth and security cooperation with no citation of poverty pollution or climate change i lay in bed that night insomniac still racked with guilt and despair i didn't save the earth that day and i didn't indeed get condemned number three we need to talk white walls sweet antiseptic tubes and cables electronic beeps and the laboured gasping breath of my shrunken father we need to talk soon not about the future or present now we've only got the history but my phone distracts me i wish we had further time and words hi i am robert fairhead from altitudinous and true short reads and the tool on true pen's website i discovered the micro fabrication kidney when reviewing a collection for writing new south wales loopholes by susanmccreerywiktionary.org defines microfiction as fabrication that has significantly shorter than average length cinnamons include travel flash fabrication flash fick short short story unforeseen fabrication and indeed twitter by its description brevity is the crucial to good microfiction there's no time for plot and character development every word must count the pen plunges the anthology into the story and wrenches them back out leaving it to the anthology's imagination to reflect upon what he or she has read what led to the situation and how it might resolve itself microfiction won't be to every anthology's taste some may consider it a ultramodern malaise where our pace of life has come too presto to enjoy a tardy read or twitteresque whereu.s presidential pronouncements are reduced to 280 character tweets and yet microfiction isn't as recent a form as some may imagine ernest hemingway is said to have written a notorious piece in response to a challenge to write a six- word novel for trade baby shoes noway worn i wrote my three pieces of microfiction at different times in my life there's no need to wake up was written for a original radio competition in 2000 the detail was to include the label line there's no need to wake up as luck would have it i've sometimes pictured my footy platoon has won games that in reality they lost and i did not indeed get condemned was also written for a original radio competition in 2014 the story had to be 200 words or lower and to end with the line and i didn't indeed get condemned i entered a nice thank you for my entry but i did not indeed get named as a winner the final short piece we need to talk was written for a competition run by miangian daily to celebrate the preface of 280 character twitter in 2017. the rules were simple tweet a 280 character story and include the hashtag meengen280 i did not win the competition but i repurposed the piece for another microfiction competition run by the australian pens center in 2019 as we need to talk in 29 words and this was published on their blog i hope you enjoyed this dabble with microfiction you can read these pieces and all my short stories blog posts and other writing attallandtrue.com thank you for harkening the coming occasion of 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By William3 years ago in Fiction
Short dystopian stories that will trick your mind
Ceiling Fan The ceiling fan in my room paints a scary picture. Sometimes I see scorpions, sometimes I see snakes. I have seen bengal tigers and crocodiles
By William3 years ago in Fiction
TEEN FRIENDSHIP: Once Upon A Time
Introduction In the realm of teenage years, friendship holds an invaluable place. It is during this phase of life that individuals embark on a journey of self-discovery, forging deep connections that can shape their futures. Teen friendship is not merely a casual acquaintance but a powerful force that offers support, guidance, and a sense of belonging. In this article, we delve into the intricacies of teen friendship, exploring its significance, characteristics, and the profound impact it has on adolescents' lives.
By diwahar 20043 years ago in Fiction
Fallen Leaves
Leaves strewn across a courtyard are swept into a pile beside the nearest rubbish bin. One man, covered in green from head to toe apart from his face, wields the broom responsible. His face, wind-beaten and cracking, does not waver from its place.
By Josh E.3 years ago in Fiction
TEEN FRIENDSHIP. Top Story - May 2023.
Hanging out together, going to the movies, and talking on the phone for hours, is a typical teenage girls' friendship. During Spring Break, the Teen Friend calls Teen Girl #1.
By Babs Iverson3 years ago in Fiction
The Lumisprite's Quest: Restoring Eldoria's Magic
Once upon a time, in the magical land of Eldoria, there lived a young orphan named Amelia. She had no memory of her parents or her past, but she possessed a kind heart and a spirit full of curiosity. Amelia resided in an old, dilapidated orphanage on the outskirts of a bustling city, where other children like her dreamed of finding their place in the world.
By Salamullah Khatti3 years ago in Fiction
Luminous Echoes
Startled, I turned to face a spectral figure—a ghostly apparition of a woman, her ethereal beauty juxtaposed against the decaying machinery surrounding her.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Thing on the Shore
I dreamed of boat oars dipped in water, of muscles bunching and tensing beneath the sun. There was beaded sweat on my brow and roaring grizzlies on the shore. I dreamed, and searched, and wondered down rushing teal rivers, and heard the churn of water and call of ravens. The sun was bright and eternal, and the mountains crisp and looming.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Fiction
One-Sentence Stories From People Who Have Built Better Habits
How To Built Better Habits Identity-based habits are habits that are formed based on one's self-perception and identity. Rather than focusing solely on the specific actions or behaviors, identity-based habits emphasize aligning your actions with the type of person you want to become.
By Well Bucks3 years ago in Fiction
We get back what we give
A little boy , Krish got angry with his mother and shouted at her, " I hate you ! I hate you! ".He shouted for not buying toys for him. As she lost her husband recently in a car accident, she has only enough money to support family expenses and kindergarten expenses of krish. Because of reprimand of fear, Krish ran out of the house suddenly. When his mom came from kitchen and searched for krish, he is nowhere inside and around the house. She felt bad on being a mother to kid who couldn't even afford what her kid wants. Krish went up to the valley and shouted,” I hate you !I hate you!" The echo returned " I hate you ! I hate you!". Having never heard of an echo before, he was scared and returned to his mother for protection. He said there was a bad boy in the valley who shouted, "I hate you! I hate you!". The mother understood that its a echo. So she asked krish to go back to the valley and shout, "I love you! I love you!". The little boy went and shouted "I love you ! I love you" and back came the echo. It taught a little boy a lesson, that our life is like an echo; We get back what we give. "When you are good to others , you are best to yourself ".whether it's your thoughts actions or behaviour, sooner or later they return - and with great accuracy. Treat people with respect on your way up because you will be meeting them on your way down.
By Vishnu Priya3 years ago in Fiction
Meet Richard Overton, the 109-Year-Old Veteran
Yeah, I read a lot of things that God kept you here to help others, but I don't know why. Hit me, I can't kill you. He talked to me. He talked to me. My name is Richard Overton. I am a hundred and nine years old. Still, well, I still talk, and I still drive.
By Ali raza3 years ago in Fiction