Microfiction

Sympathy
My five-year-old son held his first puppy in his outstretched arms. Their eyes met. He brought his puppy closer. The puppy licked his face.
By Ulysses Tuggy3 years ago in Fiction
The Baby Shower
Nobody could have predicted what happened. The sound it made, the scene it caused. Sarah had always feared babies, feeling discontent with the magnitude of their existence. Of their fragility.
By Lauren Malton3 years ago in Fiction
For Life
"Can we keep Cooper forever?" The boy cradled the gangly puppy in his arms and looked up at his mother desperately. "Sure, baby, for life," she reassured him with a smile.
By Donna Renee3 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the Veil of Secrets: A Journey to Love and Redemption
The air in the room was thick with tension as Sarah, a young woman in her late twenties, sat on the edge of the bed, clutching a letter in her trembling hands. She stared at her partner of five years, David, who stood before her with guilt etched on his face. For the first time, she saw him differently, as if a veil had been lifted to reveal a stranger lurking beneath.
By papi Alex3 years ago in Fiction
When they ask why
You tell yourself to run when the fire comes. You take off when the first ember bursts from the pit. You don't wait for the grass to catch flame. You know it will, and it does.
By Aricka Gannon3 years ago in Fiction
To Fly
Wearily climbing the trail, his arthritic bones protested each step. The light breeze rustled white lengths as it sang a swan song. Spare leaves swirled around ankles in an anguished dance.
By Brannan K.3 years ago in Fiction
Goblet of Mercy
They picked me out of a bunch, took me in, gave me a home. They spoke of pristine promises and light without the flame. I forged their every move, worshiped them, drained for them. I did as much as my human flesh could endure. As I laid upon my king's lap, tired and brittle, I drank from the goblet of mercy. The next day I am to be destined as more than this vessel; I am to be a queen.
By Ashley Wrigley3 years ago in Fiction
The Stuffed Badger. Runner-Up in Microfiction Magic Challenge.
Not much could be said about the stuffed badger on Grandma Daley’s mantel. It was a stuffed badger, nothing more, nothing less. No one paid it any mind.
By Lauren Triola3 years ago in Fiction
Wrinkles. Runner-Up in Microfiction Magic Challenge.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d ironed anything. Beyond recollection certainly, but this shirt had to be perfect.
By Howard Irons3 years ago in Fiction
The Medical Examiner's Report
Patient Name: Abigale Maze Bennington DOB: April 4th, 2020 Sex: F Race: W Date of Hospital Admission: May 15th, 2023 Time: 12:34 AM
By Algernon Locke3 years ago in Fiction
Chopsticks
“Hashi,” I said. “What?” said Joan, looking up from her Teriyaki chicken. “In Japan they call them ‘hashi’.” “Well, you certainly are a font of useful information,” said Joan, barely hiding the sarcasm in her voice.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
A Time To Die
Tom's wife was killed by a drunk driver yesterday and there was nothing he could do about it. But wait… There was. He had a time machine!
By Shawn Lowry3 years ago in Fiction