Microfiction
Come Down for Dinner
“Kids, come down for dinner,” I shouted. “We’re playing games,” they shouted. “Eat first, then more games,” I said. “Ugh, it’s the same thing every night, corn and shrimp,” John complained. “Yah,” his brother agreed. “You’re lucky we get anything at all, including those games. The government is negotiating for our release. In the meantime, keep your heads down and a smile on your face. Like the guards keep saying, if they come in and think we’re ungrateful, they’ll shoot us. Do you understand? Keep smiling, damn it! There’s cameras watching,” I said. The kids nodded and smiled. They understood.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Passionate Love
My name is Javier El Guapo, and I thought I was the most passionate lover on Earth. I’m muscular, have long flowing hair, ride horses and seduced many women. And a few men. I have never been satisfied in a relationship because nobody has ever been able to match my passion. It was last Tuesday. I met a woman María La Perra Hermosa. We made wild love. I fell in love with her instantly. We had such great chemistry together. We went camping and made s’mores, the late night passion was genuinely amazing. Finally, someone who was made for me.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Cursed Mood Ring
I was at the carnival. I won a mood ring and put it on. I liked the way it glimmered. It started to turn red but I wasn’t angry. Then I was. I started smashing things and screaming at my mother. “Why are you angry?” She asked. “I don’t know, I think it’s this ring. It’s controlling my mood and I hate everything,” I said. “It’s cursed” the carny said and laughed. My mother grabbed the ring and ripped it off. “Finally I feel better,” I said. My mother showed me her finger, and now it was stuck on her.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Sorrow Dogs
The riven dogs returned from the shattered fields, their coats crusted with the epithets of war...mud, blood and memory. They drooled in long ropes which dragged wet to the earth and curled together for a common warmth shivering with a thief greater than cold. Time past and a singular howl rose, pure and baleful. A keening of utter loss as if to extinguish himself entirely by sound.
By Kevin Rolly3 years ago in Fiction
The Plan
They spread themselves in a circle, everyone silent. The field was cast in the last beryl light of the day and they all held the forms in their trembling hands. The final contracts signed and agreed upon. Tonight it would happen. It had taken years of planning. They cast the papers into the fire which burnt into orange curlings which whispered away in dying sparks into the cold night.
By Kevin Rolly3 years ago in Fiction
Cave Man Tools
I was searching for shelter. Couldn’t find any. Make own shelter. But how? I put rock on top of rock, but they kept falling. Grab vines, tied rocks together. Soon I built a shelter. Tried to hunt in new area. Animals too fast. Made a sharp stick. Threw it at animals. Also accidentally hit rock with stick, made fire. Now I’m warm. Used vines to tie stick to house, now have top to keep out rain. Getting cold because winter starting. Found sharp rock, took animal fur off and used for warmth. Now I am happy and no longer hungry.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Smashed Pumpkins *Distressing Theme*
My first Hallow's Eve; my sister placed me in a pumpkin. It was supposed to be cute; the baby's in a pumpkin! But the night wore on and she became distracted - she left me outside, cold in the gourd. I grew weak.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)3 years ago in Fiction
Magic Mushrooms. Top Story - May 2023.
“Oh man, it feels like I’m floating… and these colors look crazy!” “You are floating,” Gretchen sighed, glancing up from where she’d been crocheting on the couch. “And it looks like your eyes have turned into mantis shrimp eyes, so you’ve probably got several new photoreceptors.”
By Tiffany Mercer3 years ago in Fiction
