Microfiction

The Girl Who Stood Me Up
Everything was a swirling mess. I crawled on wet pavement while drowning in a stew of whisky and regret. I was so alone, or so I believed.
By Tia Krzykowski3 years ago in Fiction
Sometimes
Sometimes girls go missing. Sometimes they're all over the news, and people care. Sometimes though, people forget, as a new tragedy steals the headlines.
By M Dannenfelser3 years ago in Fiction
Out of Orbit
A deep yellow glowing orb sits heavy on the forest floor - begging for someone to draw near, but resigned to the fact that no one can. It’s the same thing every time - the same longing, the same empty hope, the same defeat.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Fiction
Dear God
Dear God, sorry it’s been a while. I’m not really good at this prayer thing. Jesus camp kind of ruined the whole “benevolent guy in the sky” idea for me when I found out about hell and how I was most definitely going there if I wasn’t “saved”. And how that mass murder had a one-way ticket to heaven because he found you in prison. I guess serial killing is okay, but being an incredulous kid isn’t. Six-year-old me still has nightmares of being shamed in congregation, but I’m desperate. Can you still hear me? Have you ever?
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Fiction
Late Again
The school was deserted, harsh fluorescents illuminating a lone figure: my son Sam, waiting patiently, eyes hollow in the twilight. An apology slipped from my lips, unanswered. The car's interior was unusually chilly.
By M Dannenfelser3 years ago in Fiction
Self-H—indsight is 20/20
Liza sat on the floor, her body shaking with racking sobs. Tears flowing in torrents down her cheeks. The thoughts had come racing back, violent and unstoppable:
By V. N. Roesbon3 years ago in Fiction
The Wine-Bearer Fairy
She always knows what I need; a simple glass to relax. We giggle together as the edges fade out; a drunken comradery between us.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)3 years ago in Fiction
"Special Scrabble"
The scrabble tiles rattled in the bag as she drew. She gave him a suspicious look. “You’ve already picked ALL of your tiles? Why so many?”
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 years ago in Fiction
Five Thoughts on My Knife Fight
No time to think. The man with the knife was coming toward her. I charged him. First thought: Get in his way! Easy. Second thought: Knock the knife away!
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Fiction
The Wake
The four veterans arrive last at my grandfather's wake. Grandma sends them to the kitchenette. "They smell like death," she says. As if death isn't already laid out in state on the living room table.
By Alina Z3 years ago in Fiction
Looking Glass
Thunder shook the house like a monster demanding entry. One…Two…Edna counted until it passed. Silence. The house had become a tomb. Her adult children had rebuked every plea for forgiveness. Sometimes—like right now—she’d speak to the pictures instead.
By Muse3 years ago in Fiction
Puberty Has Colonized My Land
The mirror’s function is pretty simple. It’s supposed to reflect who you are. But mine never has. My breasts extrude like peaks and valleys on a foreign landscape. Puberty has colonized my land, and my invaders refuse to retreat. They bring their arms to my body each month and are not satisfied until blood is shed. It is an unwinnable war, and all I want to do is wave my white flag in surrender. Or return my mirror. It has never reflected who I really am, and I fear it never will.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Fiction