Microfiction

You're Gonna Love this Place!
My seatmate, Karl, was ecstatic. "Oh, you're gonna love this place! Food, entertainment, everything here is top notch." "I'm only here for-"
By Loryne Andawey3 years ago in Fiction
She Gets The Flowers, Right?
She gets the flowers, right? No hesitation. No question. She probably didn't even have to ask... to beg... for those pretty little petals to arrive in her hands. All she had to do was bat those pretty lashes, flash a smile wider than the Pacific Ocean, and you just couldn't help yourself.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Fiction
The Facts of the Win
At the press conference, Desmond Polite wore his gold medals around his neck and the American flag draped his shoulders. He kept laughing and exhaling sharply.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Fever Dream
It all started while Paul was walking down the sidewalk towards the beach. First, he saw a couple of cats dealing drugs down an alley way, then three clowns rode by on unicycle's juggling jars of peanut butter while singing "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey.
By Dylan 3 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Mischief
She was sitting alone at the bar when he walked in. He had a confidence that she found irresistible. Without a word, he took her hand and pulled her towards him. His lips were magnetic, and she could feel her body go weak.
By Ivory Maxwell3 years ago in Fiction
25 seconds & more of agony
Luck is to pass out. Yet, their anguished screams push me on - faster! - almost frantic amidst splashing blood. Panting and sweating to climax: meat dropping at my feet.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Under New Management
We'd spent four days in the dark under the Arctic ice pack tracking a Chinese ballistic missile sub. That's when the Chief of the Boat came to me ashen faced.
By Roy Stevens3 years ago in Fiction
His Excellent Effort
There was no room for error in the luge. It was all about perceiving the next turn and knowing when to turn. With each shift, he ensured that he would be taken to another place within the confined space. He felt like his body had melded to the sled and that he could have the best time.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
McTwisted
Snow flew in the air. The amount shimmered in the light as the particles caught air. The snowboarder performed Double McTwist 1260 maneuvers back to back to back.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
To Be Read Aloud
Far beyond the misty climes of L’gib T’qi’at, in a place where demagogues hold sway, thereon the sand is wet with festering rot & decay,
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock3 years ago in Fiction
Adjustment Period, Day 5.5
Patricia stood in the mall parking lot, watching the horde of walking corpses advance toward the silent buildings. Dale had to be in there, somewhere.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Fiction
October 1873
"You’re rowing in this weather?" Samuel asked. “Aye, I want to sleep in my bed.” Captain Dick answered, tossing coins on the bar as he imbibed the final sip of whiskey from his glass. “Don't think they're ready for me up yonder anyway."
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Fiction