Microfiction

My Day in Court
“They only fired him because he has autism,” I said. I hate discrimination against people with autism, and I vowed to defend all of them. “That’s not true, it took him to long to learn things,” the defense said. “So what, he learned them and he excelled at his job after,” I said. “That doesn’t matter. He’s weird,” the defense said. “He seems normal enough to me. And who cares if he’s weird as long as he does his job,” I said. The judge slammed his gavel and ordered the company to pay twenty five billion dollars to my client.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
A LIFE FROM WASTE
In a bustling city, among towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, there lived a small piece of waste. It was a crumpled paper, once bright and white, now discarded and forgotten. Its life began as a part of someone's important document, filled with words of significance and purpose. But as the document fulfilled its duty, the paper was cast aside, left to fend for itself.
By Karun 3 years ago in Fiction
Caught Out
In the sky the moon was but a bare sliver. Her beams barely penetrating the stygian depths of the woods where I hid. Rustling in the trees made me jerk my head back and forth, wondering what creatures may await there. Over the crickets and sighing wind I could still hear the voice of my pursuer. "Come out... Come out." Huddled beneath a bush, trembling, I held my breath in fear of being discovered. If he caught me it would be game over. Anxiously I peered through the fingers laced over my eyes. Suddenly a hand grabbed my ankle, causing me to screech as my heart jumped into my throat. "Got you!" came the gleeful shout. "You're it!" shouted my little brother as he ran back to base.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
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