Microfiction

The Unforgiven
Watching the sun creep up from behind the mountain, her words sliced through me, leaving pain in my heart, “Forgiveness is the key.”
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
Perhaps Love
“Perhaps, love will lead her back,” Annie comforted. “Somehow, she always finds her way back home.” Margie’s sad eyes stared out the window, nodding she said, “It’s been three sad years for the children.”
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
Bruised for Iniquities
At a Bible study in Newark, Delaware, Oscar Grovington asked a simple question to the twelve or so people there. “So is Jesus still wounded from being on the cross? he was supposed to be wounded for transgressions and bruised for iniquities, but he showed Thomas on Earth. So did he ascend back into heaven with his injuries?”
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Untethered
It's a gut hollowed feeling. After everything I overcame to get here. Self-contained in my Extravehicular Mobility Unit, what non-astronauts call a spacesuit. I have everything I need for just these few moments, floating in the peaceful vast expanse of space. I no longer hear my fellow crew members brainstorming rescue options with our ISS commander. My communications cap is quiet. A face appears pressed firmly against a portal window. I have floated too far to read an expression, but its presence tells me everything I need to know.
By Susan Takacs3 years ago in Fiction
Extreme Creation
Selfie sticks and cameras attached to GorillaPods littered the streets. Every person held one. They spoke to their lenses with theatrical flair.
By Johnny P3 years ago in Fiction
Toadie
Well, now she’d done it. Ash was already starting to regret the decision to call out her teacher. But really, she was a mage. You could do almost anything with a spell. Why did she have to do manual labor? Washing dishes by hand was not on her to do list. But neither was cleaning out the animal pens in the barn. Now she was tasked with doing both daily until the end of term. Note to self, do not call the wart faced gamekeeper “Toadie” to her face. Especially in front of the entire school.
By Eileen Roof3 years ago in Fiction
Gone But Still Here
“You celebrate Mother’s Day as if your mom is still present in your life,” Jenny said to Emily while enjoying lunch at their favorite restaurant.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
Liberating structures
Sarah woke up one day and realized she had been sleepwalking through life. She had followed societal expectations, gotten a degree, a job, a partner, and a mortgage, but she felt no fulfillment. As she looked in the mirror, she asked herself, "What is the point of it all?" She sat with her thoughts for weeks until she found the answer. There was no universal meaning to life, it was up to her to create her own purpose. With a sense of liberation, Sarah quit her job, ended her relationship, and began a journey of self-discovery.
By Sara C3 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Glow: An Unexpected Connection
In the heart of a bustling city, a man sat on a park bench, engrossed in his digital realm. People passed by, lost in their own worlds. A little girl approached, her eyes filled with curiosity. "What's inside that glowing rectangle?" she wondered aloud. The man looked up, startled. He glanced at his device, then at the girl. With a faint smile, he handed it to her. In that instant, a connection sparked, bridging the gap between generations. As the girl explored the marvels within, the man realized the true value lay not in the device, but in the shared wonder of discovery.
By george jones-thompson3 years ago in Fiction
Existentialism
As the world seemed to crumble around her, Olivia began to question the very nature of existence. Who was she? Why had she been born? What was the point of her life?
By Sara C3 years ago in Fiction
“Please Find My Mommy!”
”Hello, is this Lost-in-Found?” a little boy’s voice asked. “Yes, it is. What did you lose, sweetie?” “My mommy.” “When?”
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction
Goddamn
Two physicists play an experimental game. “Okay, say there is a God. Why is there so much beauty in the world? A God seems random and wholly arbitrary. It’s absurd,” Dr. Steven Cilik pointed out.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction