Microfiction

Closure
Files and folders were strewn everywhere. It would take her all afternoon, to sort through the paraphernalia she had been lugging around, for the last twelve years.
By Gouri Prakash3 years ago in Fiction
ID Please
"May I see some ID?" Pride welled in Casey's chest and she beamed. "Why of course!" As she fished for her driver's license she wondered; was it my hair? They said cutting it made me look younger. Or perhaps my new lip colour?
By Loryne Andawey3 years ago in Fiction
Creature Feature
I took my date to a drive in movie. It was one of the last around. It was a scary movie about a tree that comes to life and wages war on humanity for our global deforestation. The movie ended and I put my arm around her. We were about to make out when a tree fell on my car. “Dang it, she’s a classic,” I shouted. Then we heard the tree growl, and neither of us moved for the rest of the night. When we did get up for help, the tree rolled over us. The war has started.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Swipe Right into My Heart
After years of searching for her soulmate, Alice had given up hope. That is until she stumbled upon a dating app that promised to match her with the perfect man.
By Ivory Maxwell3 years ago in Fiction
Feline IT Specialist
As Penny, the shorthaired Burmese cat, snuggled up close, it accidentally hit the delete button on her owner's laptop. Panic set in.
By Ivory Maxwell3 years ago in Fiction
Journey of a Raindrop
I feel the ripples of this ocean, spreading to horizon and beyond as Sun’s rays touch my surface. A great trembling occurs and I am torn from my kin as I rise above what was my home. Cold air carries me, racing over sea and desert until I am dropped by the nebulous form I had grown into. Soil and stone loom ever closer until I hit land and shatter, sinking below ground, where I reform and flow, springing forth from ground and now flowing down mountain and through valley, emerging, once more, into the great ocean where I belong.
By Philip Gardner3 years ago in Fiction
The Voyager's Deathbed
The air is vibrant with sea-salty promise. The cliffside is flowered and lush. In a saltbox house, the voyager waits, bound to bed like a bird robbed of flight.
By Algernon Locke3 years ago in Fiction
Blood in the Water
Her fins flap weakly against bloodied glass. Handprints, fingers spread wide, litter the same panel. The cold current carries even more blood past her and into the vast ocean.
By Abby Jacobsen3 years ago in Fiction
Fruitless Apple Trees
Flickering flames dance around the steadily melting wax, prancing from wick to wick, glowing in a low orange light that is barely untouched by the wire apple tree next to it. Strung out limbs entangle as they spread from the braided base; shining metal wires stuck in forever only being a desk ornament perched upon a stack of books. No leaves, or flowers, or apples hang from the wires. Simple teeth baring disappointment mixes within a cauldron billowing over with stress, self-deprecation, and the possibility of unrequited feelings. Perhaps this is a metaphor, or maybe the only way I can describe the ever growing stone cold stress I feel? It could also be nothing or it could be a bullshitted assignment with no real meaning. All that is certain is that these words are words, created on a computer screen while 70’s and 80’s dance music blasts from a CD player across the room. And even then, maybe it isn’t.
By Ady Evans3 years ago in Fiction
Hallowed Lands
Pierre warned about those lands of Columbus before my voyage departed, before the priests confined him. He shuddered, “The forests will madden you, certain as sin."
By Matthew J. Fromm3 years ago in Fiction
A Siren Will Sing
The kingdom buzzes. Streamers, wreaths, and a ridiculous amalgamation of hand made signs crowd the waterways. Tails gleam and everyone, maids and men alike, have crafted elaborate hair styles in the hopes of getting even just a moment of attention from the soon-to-be arriving star.
By Abby Jacobsen3 years ago in Fiction
Aphorisms
Grant stood within the ruin of his garden. Where roses once bloomed there was concrete. Where there was once hydrangeas there was filth. And where there was once a bench there was...
By Loryne Andawey3 years ago in Fiction