Microfiction
A Clever Trick
Smith was flat broke. He lived in a crummy thatched hut in the village, and every summer, mosquitoes would chew him up alive. Smith was so ticked off but had zilch to do about it, so he snapped at the mosquitoes, “Once I strike it rich, you bugs are gonna get it!” Then Smith hightailed it south to find a job.
By John Bruce9 days ago in Fiction
A mixed marriage
We all know that this is a mixed marriage (pause for effect)... Between an accountant and a human being (pause for laughter)... and I know you wish the bride and groom every happiness, as I do. I have known Brad and Juliette since we were children. We still argue about that first kiss. Was it me, or was it Brad, who first pressed their lips against that rosy red cheek… or… have you told her the truth yet, Brad? (Pause for more laughter). Well, Bradley, old buddy, you old Romeo, your plight now prevails. You have won the hand of your Juliette (pause for more effect). You won her fair and square... well square, at least (more laughter). Congratulations, Bradley, you have the bride of your dreams. Well done Juliette, you have at last made up your mind. I know… because... you made that crystal clear... this morning… over breakfast.
By Raymond G. Taylor10 days ago in Fiction
Meandering
Did you dream? The cosmic touch of madness must have found you at some point, slipped into your bedroom, and pried open your thoughts in search of that cream-filled center of your soul. You must remember that electric touch. The thing that jolted through you.
By Silver Daux10 days ago in Fiction
Let Me Prove It
My buddy Bill had been studying in Germany for three years. But even after he finished his studies, he refused to leave. Instead, he insisted on coming with me to teach in a poor mountainous area, saying he wanted to do his part for rural education in Germany.
By John Bruce11 days ago in Fiction
The Ping-Pong Gentleman
In a men’s table tennis match, John and his opponent were going toe-to-toe, dead even. With the score tied at 4-4, his opponent crushed a wicked smash. John stretched out to save it, but the ball nicked the underside of the table instead of landing fair.
By John Bruce11 days ago in Fiction
Unto The Child
I never knew what to say, so eventually I stopped saying anything. People accepted my silence so easily, as if they had forgotten they had ever heard my voice. Since I could reply, there was no need to hear the endless voices around me. I shut them out and met conversation and connection with silence and vacant stares. It didn’t take long for people to accept that, too. I was alone in the world, like a moving art piece. People saw me and moved along, recognizing I was not one of them. Understand without knowing that I couldn’t contribute on any level to the lives they were leading.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey12 days ago in Fiction
Underground
Black boots, bomber jacket, ripped jeans, scene hair, tactical boots. I stare at my reflection in the dingy bathroom, water dripping from one of the faucets. The white tile is smeared with dirt and God knows what. But it's the only quiet place to think.
By Amethyst Champagne12 days ago in Fiction
