Microfiction
The Plan for the Diamond
It took months of planning. I finally snuck into the museum to steal the diamond. Right before I grabbed it, alarms blared. The lights went on and a man with a microphone came up to me. “Congratulations, you’re the hundredth person to try to steal it this month,” he said. “Is this a game show? Did I win?” I asked. “Yes. The diamond is fake, but your prize is a lifetime in the museum?” He said. “What?” I asked. The walls came down and bars came up. It was a trap. “Keep the diamond,” he said, smiled and left me.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
It Came From the Lake
I was sitting on the doc next to my girlfriend. We were holding hands. We saw ripples in the water. Then splashing. “What’s that?” Emma said. “I don’t know,” I said. A large dinosaur that looked like Loch Ness breached the surface. “Run,” I shouted. The dinosaur chased us through the woods. It eventually grabbed Emma. “No, don’t eat Emma,” I screamed. “Can I eat you, instead,” it asked. “You can talk,” I asked. “Yes, why wouldn’t I be able to talk,” it asked. I asked so many questions it eventually fell asleep and dropped Emma. We slowly snuck off.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
It Came From Below
I was trying to sleep. The noises kept creaking under my bed. I pulled the covers over my face. The noises got louder. The noises turned into a loud growling. My bed started shaking. I jumped out of bed and grabbed a shovel and a flashlight. I looked under my bed and my dog jumped out. “It’s just you, Rex,” I said. I took one last look under my bed. I saw two hands reaching out of a hole. Then a horrid, monsterous face. I tried to back up, the hand grabbed me and pulled me into the dark hole.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Bribe
I got pulled over. The officer knocked on my window. I rolled it down. “I saw what you did,” he said. “I know what you want,” I said, reaching in my pocket to hand him cash. “Have a good day, sir,” he said and left. He came to my house every week for a year demanding more money. One day I shouted “I’m sick of paying you,” and slammed him with a shovel, then buried him. Later that night, there was a knock at my door. My neighbor pointed a gun at me and said “I saw what you did.”
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Misplaced, The Lost, and The Gone
These were the great minds of old, lost to time. It showed in society’s fall from grace. Even the art was either hidden away, stolen, or destroyed, and what replaced it was ugly. The same held true for solutions to problems—the “solutions” sought to further milk the problems instead. All for the sake of ill-gotten gain. All for the sake of stroking one’s ego. All for nothing but ugliness.
By Jackie Barrows3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Heart
"Whispers of the Heart" is a poignant tale that navigates the depths of human emotions, exploring the profound beauty that can emerge from the most heart-wrenching experiences. Through a collection of sad quotes, the story takes readers on a transformative journey, where sadness intertwines with hope, and broken souls find solace in the power of resilience and love. This evocative narrative encourages readers to reflect on their own struggles, reminding them that even in the darkest moments, there is always a flicker of light waiting to guide them back to life.
By Unkown Me?3 years ago in Fiction
