Microfiction
XVAR
Introduction The letters “VAXR” came into my head and I thought how could that be a story? I then rearranged them to “XVAR” because I thought that VAXR was close to Vaxxer and that might cause ructions with COVID anti-vaxxers. However, I think everyone who can be safely vaccinated should be vaccinated, I know so many people who have been affected by and frightened by the effects of COVID that I believe I should do everything I can to stop the spread of the virus, but that is way off the target of this piece of fiction. However, the end could be the same.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 days ago in Fiction
She She She
A pale and thin girl, Miriam, sat alone in her high school cafeteria. A breeze of rustic potato smells enveloped her and put her off. She had already thrown away the annoying lunch her breast-cancer-ridden mother packed her, despite knowing Miriam wasn’t eating again.
By Paul Aaron Domenick7 days ago in Fiction
Contillian Rubustus the III
Contillian counted the seconds before the beast was to be released. His bare shoulders were flexed. Already, his sweat drenched his body in the heat of the baking sun. He had wrestled lions and bears dozens of times. Whatever type of beast was behind the gate, it couldn’t be worse than the animals that he’d strangled to death before. The spear in his hand was sharp.
By Rowan Finley 8 days ago in Fiction
A Wedding Toast
Good evening, everyone! I wanted to let the bride know first that I cleared it with the groom, and he agreed that I should sleep with you guys on your wedding night. After all, that is what you did on my wedding night. Because you told everyone you slept in the middle, I think it's only fair. Your groom agreed. I know some of you have heard the story about how this happened. And perhaps have heard it many times over the years. Since it is rumored that you are pregnant, it's not like it is your first night together.
By Denise E Lindquist8 days ago in Fiction
To The Groom
For those who don't know me, I'm Carley, and this toast is for the groom, Matt, or should I call him the wedding specialist, God knows he's been at the Department of Marriage License Bureau enough times. According to the lady who works there, fourteen times to be exact. This toast is also for Nicole, someone who finally got him to the alter, my hat's off to you, or should I say, my garter belt. Matt, you should recognize it from when you took it off me, when we were together. "Many Happy Years Together, if you last that long. Anyway Cheers!"
By Susan Payton8 days ago in Fiction
