Microfiction
A Little Trouble
“Go away,” I shouted. A tiny man zipped through the air and zapped me with his tiny weapon. “This is getting annoying,” I shouted. I swatted at him. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a can of hair spray. I sprayed it all over the tiny man and his flying suit stopped working. He fell to the table and tried to radio for help. “Houston, send back up. I couldn’t capture the giant from Venus,” he said. “I don’t think so,” I said and smashed the tiny man. I turned around to see a hundred more tiny suited men.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Wheel of Destiny
The guards liked to torture us with games in prison. We were all here for life, so it’s not like we’d ever get out and say anything. It was Ed’s turn for the wheel. “Spin the wheel,” the guards chanted again and again. The wheel was spun. It landed on electric shock. They stun gunned poor Ed for hours and laughed. Now it was my turn for the wheel. I hated this place. They spun the wheel and it landed on The Iron Chair. Crap. They’d keep me there for days, too. Most people didn’t survive The Iron Chair.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Lonely
Sitting in this room alone, it feels like the world is asleep while I'm awake. The sun pours its brilliant rays into the room still, I feel alone. I see that it is day but it feels like light. Everybody outside my window is talking to somebody, while I sit here talking to myself. A mouse scurries across the floorboard,
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Reflections In The Mirror
She despised the mirror hanging on her bedroom wall. It always showed every flaw, every damn scar, all her fears. Simply stopping looking at into it was a formidable task. Jessie wanted to see if she had changed, if she had become someone else, someone better.
By Jonathan Townend3 years ago in Fiction
A Goat-man Sighting
No one knows where he came from exactly. Some say an experiment, some say a natural-born freak. Some say cursed. However he came to be, he wanders the winding, wooded roads. Sharp horned and hoofed, but man in-between; the Goat-man.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)3 years ago in Fiction
Sidney on the Bus
I hated taking the bus. People would always try to talk to me or they’d smell, and even if they didn’t I felt cramped when they’d sit next to me. I tried wearing headphones but that didn’t help. I’d stare out the window and hoped people would understand I just wanted to be left alone. Someone I’d seen observing me sat next to me and said “you should try talking back to people, then you wouldn’t mind sitting next to them.” “And say what?” I asked. “Sarcastic comments like that,” he said. I smiled and we had a conversation.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
