Microfiction
Sleeping Beauty
Gazing at the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, I feel my heart squeeze. Lying there she looks like more of an angel than I will ever be. Behind their lids her eyes move. She’s dreaming. Wonder if I’m in it. I miss our talks; the way she laughed; the tilt of her head as she leaned into our kisses. I miss how her hair would tickle my nose when we’d cuddle close. Sighing, I turn away. Even if she hasn’t moved on I must. Perhaps on this, the 2nd anniversary of my death, she’ll take off her wedding ring.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
The Bonfire Rally
Wild flames danced with the unexpected frigid night sky in an alluring dance. Teenage rhythmic cheers of anticipated victory reverberated around the encircled bonfire. April, my redheaded crush, backed into me, close. In adolescent innocence, I rested my chin on her peach-scented hair.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
Living in a Cave
I moved into a cave right before the war. I brought supplies to last a year, and occasionally went out for more. I had a small solar powered radio that said the war was over. I went out to explore. There were lots of corpses scattered through the woods. The city was deserted. I gathered what I could from the wreckage and started to head back to the cave when I saw a woman. “Who are you, handsome,” she asked. “Possibly the last man on earth,” I said. We saw enemy troops approaching and ran back to my cave together.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
