microfiction

Short, fictional writings of five hundred words or less. Just for fun.

Jun 6, 2020

[#microfiction] - Week 23

[#microfiction] - Week 23

He looked up from his book, frowning at me as though I'd just appeared out of thin air. "What are you saying?" he asked, annoyed at the interruption. I stared back momentarily, making

May 16, 2020

[#microfiction] - Week 20

[#microfiction] - Week 20

“How are you today, young lady?” Mr. Sanford’s round and jolly face crested over the countertop like the full moon, craning to see her. Tearing her eyes away from the glass case

Apr 26, 2020

[#microfiction] - Week 17

[#microfiction] - Week 17

The carpet was the color of sand and a sky that she'd not seen but a lifetime ago. The children squealed and rolled about on it's plush surface. Adults sat around it in

Apr 19, 2020

[#microfiction] Week 16

[#microfiction] Week 16

Her eyes opened wide just after 3 am, heart racing before she could even blink once into the darkness. The sound of the old gate creaking open, the low purr of the engine and the gentle crush of gravel under the tires were a cocktail of sounds she’d been waiting for.

Apr 5, 2020

[#microfiction] Week 14

[#microfiction] Week 14

Lush and green were the hills. Finally. After what felt like an eternity of winter. And not just any winter. The bitterest, most unforgiving season of cruel ice and winds that cut like

Mar 29, 2020

[#microfiction] - WEEK 13

[#microfiction] - WEEK 13

The old pickup truck trundled down the highway as the first rest station they’d seen for fifty miles loomed ahead. Ahead, a long stretch of road, with nothing but rock and cactus and some pathetic fencing trying to keep god knows what out, or in.

Mar 8, 2020

[#Microfiction] Week 10

[#Microfiction] Week 10

Gen raised her head an inch and tried to survey the bridge from where where she lay. In the semi-darkness she could make out the bodies of her crew. Was she the only survivor? There was no movement. No sound. Just the throbbing red light and silence.

Feb 23, 2020

[#microfiction] Week 8

[#microfiction] Week 8

Her father was standing in the same spot, but he was talking to a neighbor who had walked over to ask him about the garden. The two men seemed oblivious to Suzy’s return, and she dropped to the ground searching the spot where she’d seen the ant before. But it was gone.