We have finally reached the twenty-first century. What a time to be alive! I never speak to my neighbours, and they don’t speak to me. An old lady, who lived down the road, died in her apartment and wasn’t discovered for three months. The city streets, on...
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Micro Fiction Stories
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.
Late Night Sounds
Waiting can be stressful…The pendulum swings back and forth as time ticks away. Every fifteen minutes its Westminster quarter chimes remind me that sleep is eluding me. Anxiety plagues me while I wait for a chime of a different sort, the first few whistling bars of Kesha’s “Crazy...
Tomato Ketchup
Wine or Ketchup?Hate those restaurants, where you have to taste the wine before accepting the bottle! Last time I went on a posh dinner date, I ordered Filipino-style roast pork belly! As the waitress served our meal, I couldn’t help noticing there was no ketchup on the...
I am sitting with my morning coffee. My girl walks in and says "it's over." And just like that, she is gone. I watch from our kitchen window as she drives away. Taking the sun, the moon, the stars, and anything inside of me that is good. I am left a shell...
Safe And Sound
It's possible to feel both grateful and guilty at the same time.The sand squishes between my toes as I descend into the warm gulf water. The cloudless sky and little fish swirling make me smile. I continue until I cannot touch the bottom and swim the rest of the way to the sand bar. Turning back to look at my home, I...
Lockdown Skills
How to survive the office Zoom meeting.One of my friends asked me how I kept myself occupied during last year's Coronavirus lockdown? She asked if I had used my time wisely to study or teach myself new skills? The most important thing I learnt was how to drink wine from a coffee mug while taki...
Cyber-criminals
Finding traffic lights to prove I’m not a robot.Last month, I paid my electricity bill over the phone using one of those automated payment systems. First, I was prompted to tap in answers to various security questions, including my password and the first and fourth number of my PIN. Then, to prove I’m...
The Three Second Rule
Meal time funLike most three-year old’s, my daughter accidentally drops food onto the floor. A friend suggested I introduce the three-second rule. Providing I pick the food up within three seconds, and give it a quick blow, I could safely assume it’s not contaminated...
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Under Warranty
Letter to customer servicesSir, Madam. German craftsmanship, combined with precision engineering is the reason I chose your eight-speed auto three-door coupe. I’m writing to complain about faults with the automatic transmission which I found disappointing! When I select ‘D’ for day...
Stepping into the chilly night air, the tequila shots went straight to my head! Last thing I remember was stroking your hair, pulling you in for a long goodnight kiss, before making my way home. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I slipped off my shoes, p...
I found her curled beneath a creosote bush, three miles out, where no one ever goes. Her parched lips mouthed, "I knew you'd come." I nursed her in my shelter, beneath the red stone cliff. Water first, in tiny sips, then slowly bits of food. At nightfall...
Tales From The Campfire (01)
The Girl Who Never Was1940: The bombing of London, (The Blitz) started in September. By December 1940, many thousands of bombs had dropped on London. Countless homes and businesses were destroyed. London had become a very dangerous place to live, especially for the children. A...
Seecret
A boy's secretEdward sat at the head of the table gazing at the Christmas feast before him. A succulent roast turkey with cornbread stuffing. A basin of mashed potatoes just to the left of his grandmother’s antique tureen of gravy. Fruits and vegetables spread glorious...
The Christmas Wish
I beg the Christmas Angel to grant me one wish...Tears cloud my vision as I finger ornaments from years past. This year's glaringly missing. Underneath twinkling lights, I reminisce, my fingers dancing along my aching flesh. I cannot duplicate your touches. Then, a hand covers mine. I gasp. "Is it reall...
Mr. King's Pen
A romantic writer is led astray... and she likes itSeeing me struggle to write, he gave me this pen. "It's Mr. King's," he said, "my talented kin." It fit my hand well, but I noticed something strange. Yes, my words flowed smoothly, but became creepy, quite deranged. My mind twisted and turned, into darkn...