Microfiction
A Toast to Love… and Selective Memory
Everyone, please join me in toasting Claire and Nathan. Claire, you’ve always been the family’s golden girl, smart, kind, and impossibly patient, if a little naive. Nathan, you lucky man, you’ve won the jackpot. I still remember the night you told me, eyes shining, “She’s the one I’ve been looking for my whole life.” Of course, that was six months before you met Claire, but hey, let's not quibble over details. Love rewrites history, doesn’t it? May your story be the version you tell your grandchildren, the polished, approved one. To the beautiful lie we all choose to believe. Cheers!
By Diane Foster3 days ago in Fiction
Echoes of Resistance
The streets of Bristol were alive that day, though not with the usual hum of buses and chatter, but with the heavy pulse of voices that demanded to be heard. I had not intended to join the protest—I came to observe, to write, to bear witness—but once I stepped into the swell of people, the energy was impossible to ignore. The banners waved above heads, each one a story, a demand, a prayer. The scent of rain-soaked asphalt mixed with the faint tang of chalk from hastily scrawled messages, leaving the air electric.
By imtiazalam3 days ago in Fiction
The Devil is in The Details
My crisp, blue hiking boots steadily carry me up the hill. A light mist and subtle darkness have descended upon the land. The vividly grey moon smiles down on every living thing in these enchanting woods. Blankets of dazzling stars cover me tightly, sending a warm, loving, fuzzy feeling down my spine.
By Lolly Vieira5 days ago in Fiction
Serve and Protect
Serve and protect, serve and protect. Uphold the law, for the good of law-abiding citizens. I wear my badge with pride. I wear my badge with honour. Protect and serve. That's what I signed up for. I stalk these streets, keeping the peace. Ensuring that the good people are safe from the riffraff that is becoming more of a problem with every day that passes.
By Paul Stewart6 days ago in Fiction
