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Micro Fiction

As with our Flash Fiction category, the aim of micro fiction is to tell a complete story within a limited number of words. Where Flash Fiction generally ranges from 100 to 1000 words, Micro Fiction submissions should be under 100 words and can cover any of the fiction genres.


Sunset city

Now is the time to make an announcement about the so-called "sunset city". This is the city that exists both in our dreams as well as it exists in our material future. The perfect combination of spirit and substance - that is it! Where are now the horizontal moving lifts of the giant city tower, only in our dreams and our future projects? No, they exist in the future, and with the help of...Read On


The Pinnacle

My eyes opened to chaos. People's mouths stretched with screams, yet my ears heard nothing. Even more odd, I felt no pain. Five years later... I stood, literally and figuratively, on top of the world. Stretching my fingertips upward, I believed I could almost touch God. An unforgettable, powerful energy enveloped me as I looked down at the Himalayas. Peace had finally  found me at...Read On


A Perfect Holiday

The best vacation ever



Spring Will Always Come

Winter's alluring angel beckoned me, offering me freedom and comfort. I willingly went to her, my wants lay bare.  Strangely, the bitter cold did not sting. Her fingertips set my flesh ablaze. What was dormant now sprang to life. She enveloped me, whispering, "A new spring awaits. Do not fear."  I found sanctuary within her cradling arms. The snow melted on the ground beneath us,...Read On


Bobby's Place

Forty-six years ago, Bobby opened the doors and let us in. Battered and peeling even then, it was our sanctuary of truth. We learned fast to come and go in groups on its sketchy street and did we ever. The music was loud, the drinks cheap, and the light low enough to mantle the next morning's regret. Going to the ladies  was a euphemism you learned quickly and wasn't for the faint-hearted....Read On


How I Broke My Nose While Playing Chess At A Church Summer Camp

The inside story of how I managed to get my nose broken while playing chess at a church summer camp.

  Way back when, a friend and I were sitting behind the wired backstop to the church camp’s dusty softball field, playing chess on a small travel board, while waiting for the game in progress to end. We had cleverly positioned ourselves so both of us could watch the softball game while playing the grand game of chess.  Then it happened.  Later investigations revealed a misplayed softball...Read On


Sharing Passionate Journeys

Shall we travel together, hand in hand



The Monster Within

We seated ourselves on a bench. He scribbled away in his notebook, noting the Gothic architecture. Then the word "vampire" caught my eye. I chuckled at the absurdity of it all. The monster he was eager to create was seated next to him.  I glanced at the throbbing vein in his neck; my fangs descended. As if on cue, a heavy fog rolled in from the harbour with the veil of white mist offering...Read On



I stood there, gazing into that empty, yawning abyss. I felt a strange nostalgia. A melancholy that was both familiar and unnerving. I knew this place, long ago. Time began to slow. My tears began to flow. I have arrived. Goodbye....Read On


The Age of Innocence

So many times before, so many times again



It's not a Dystopian Nightmare

Reap what you sow!

If you could, you would see deserted streets, buildings, and whole towns.  Cars stopped and rusting along unused roads.  Nature was reclaiming the world, one that got a science lesson. Regardless of your religious beliefs, the lesson proved evolution to be true in the worst possible way.  One country developed a genetic weapon that targeted a certain group, one prevalent in a specific part...Read On


Behind the Image

Looking over your shoulder



My Grand

Generational appreciation is less common these days, but this story reads true.

I got my spontaneity from my grandmother. Every visit and every call, she inspired me. Her encouragement and her excitement in all I shared. She was my biggest fan. My picture drawings and photos plastered her refrigerator and walls. She was my role model. I read her journal entries, book referrals, and basked in her memories and photos. With her, it was not just tea parties and dolls, as...Read On


A Life Well Lived

Series: After The Happily Ever After

She sat in her chair ruminating over her life.

She smiled at many of her memories, including her childhood adventures even her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren only believed when they are very young.  Her brothers understood, since they shared those adventures, and often the three of them laughed about it. The wind blew the dormer window open suddenly, startling the old woman.  Then she chuckled at her reaction.  So much...Read On


The Dayroom

Do you know what I mean

The dayroom was open to personnel not on duty. The television was on. A few troops sat in open seats responding to questions on Jeopardy. The pool balls clicked softly. Two fellows talked quietly. One just back from 'Nam. "You spent a lot of time out in the field, sort of changing," said the Marine. "How's that?" asked the sailor.  "You decided you could do things. It was okay 'cause...Read On


Entertaining His Wife

He insulted my friends truck

My friend drives a small Sonoma pick-up, it's about eighteen-years-old and in great shape.  One day we were going to lunch and she parked next to a huge Ford F-250.  The owner looked at my friend's truck and made a comment to his wife, who snickered.   Then he looked over and said to us, "Nice, but couldn't you get a real truck!" My friend didn't bat an eye and shot back, "Sorry, I guess...Read On


Death on the Lyle

A tale of carnage and destruction!




What will your future bring, you wonder

The yelling seems to always start late in the evening when you are in bed. But not asleep. You could hear it all, taking it in, learning from it, making it part of your reality for the future. Would you build a future with bricks and mortar of shouts and pain? Would you exist sharing love and kindness, forgiveness?  You never talked about it in later years. Never shared it. ...Read On



Friendship is sweet

Sally Mouse and Cassie Cat are the best of friends.  Sally decides to make Rice Krispies treats with unicorn marshmallows. She knows they are one of Cassie's favorite treats and wants to show her that they are cherished friends. She makes them special by using her favorite unicorn cookie cutter.  She and Cassie like to share treats and have silly conversations as they enjoy each...Read On


A Friendship Treat!

What is your special delight?

Cassie Cat and Sally Mouse have been friends for a long time; however, it hasn't been the smoothest of journeys. However, they have always come out the other side stronger and happier when they were together.  Cassie decided for world friendship day she wanted to do something special for Sally, to show her how important she is.  Cassie decided to make some baked treats as a gift because...Read On


Truth or Dare

Her own game of Truth or Dare

Chloe was in a state of ennui without solace. Alas, she was part of the world-wide pandemic advised to isolate. Having a very acquiescent nature, she washed thoroughly and masked up in public and scoured the internet in search of relief. Finding a bizarre poem of living beyond normality, she felt a spark for adventure and maybe her own game of truth or dare. Surely she knew her living spaces...Read On


A Midnight Kiss

Once upon a midnight kiss, the shadow fades. Now only a memory of a broken mirror blighted sordid, and so I pray. Putting to rest the fog or mist, for I am but a troubled smile. When the time comes, darkness descends. With a burial shroud and pale complexion, as the curtain closes on the day. But without a tear for it is written, to forever disguising my immortality.  For I was but a...Read On


She Talks To Maya Angelou

Paying tribute to Influential Writers

It’s 3 o’clock in the morning, and her creative brain is racing, racing once again. The house is soundless and dark. During those lonely hours, that dreamy state, she finds herself talking to Maya Angelou, the master poet, the one who possesses language, wisdom and light. She asks for guidance, some inspiration, that jolt, that will appear and fill all those sad, blank pages that wait for...Read On


How I Come To Love Moo Goo Gai Pan

Of my four-score matey. over the chamber pot. Shadows linger from the night's moo goo gai pan. Of dark chicken and rice. The memories cling to echoes. Loud yet no sounds to be heard. Just vibrations in the dark, knocking off-key. Looking for my way out of loneliness. Waiting for the skin spots to fade. In this lazaretto of isolation. As the albatross curse my guilty omens. Of my...Read On



Intoxicated by the night's velocity the withers of twilight brings. Like a string on a bobbin of a cello. Darkness is unfettered to reign in your emerald green eyes. With your lips of crimson-red macabre. Rising above a shadow that shades. But it's your flesh that raises my hackles and summons me to your opium sweet chastity. For I must feel your lips dance on my piccolo as the dervishes of...Read On


Mum Is The Word

As the marigolds whither in the last days of September and leaves turn red. There is no one to kiss my boo-boo. No one to sing me a lullaby. But many moons have I cried in this dark grave six steps beneath the stone. Visited occasionally by ladybugs and the monks that scythe the wheat. No time for ho-hum. Mum is the word.   ...Read On


I'm Buying If You're Flying

There will always be buyers and flyers.



Healing Hands

Touch me with your healing hands



Halloween Tale

Fun times

It is a quiet fall day and Halloween is right around the corner. Halloween candy as far as the eye can see. Itty bitty candy bars and mountains of candy corn and Laffy taffy. Little ones in their Halloween costumes. Witches, ghosts, firemen, nurses, and policemen. The usual cast of characters for spooky good fun. Parents looking for things to occupy the little ones to keep them safe....Read On


The Depot

I have a make-believe teabag in my watch pocket. A crumpet off the griddle. Still warm with freshly churned butter. And I have seashells from the seashore, although there ain't no sand. But I carry my dreams in a bottle of Jack Daniels. Waiting here at the depot as the world passes me by. My ticket is punched. With a make-believe tea bag in my watch pocket.      ...Read On