Microfiction
A Tingle in Time
The night is alive and full of promise. I walk toward the quay and the crowds. Something will happen tonight that will pull my life toward its destiny. With a sense of destiny, feeling the tingle of the chill breeze, I watch the people stroll past, knowing they are part of this special moment. My aunt had schizophrenia, does it feel like this? She often came to our door at 3am with 'messages'. Am I her? I should go home until this feeling goes away. On the way, just in case, I keep my eyes open for anyone special.
By Scott Christenson🌴3 years ago in Fiction
Constant Motion
It’s Sunday night, and I hear them again, racing down the freeway. I’m racing too. My thoughts are always racing. The freeway by my home encircles the city. The motorcycles race around this track. My thoughts race around in circles too. The bikers must be on an adventure. Afterall, they get to speed while I need to sleep. Their destination is doubtlessly exotic; mine is consistently work. I wonder which exit they will take. I wish my thoughts would find one too.
By Bethany Yoder3 years ago in Fiction
Just One Flirtation
Miss Elizabeth's fingers danced over the pianoforte, keeping Darcy trapped in place by his offer to turn the pages, and Colonel Fitzwilliam thoroughly entertained. "I have many tales of his time in Hertfordshire, though I am afraid it is not at all to his credit."
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
HONOR
Honor. His whole life had revolved around and been dedicated to the concept. Now this honor had shown a new face and betrayed him. He kneeled before the crowd and awaited his fate. He would not show fear as he knew his decision was just and true. With his last few breaths, he gave the crowd a maniacal-looking grin, knowing Lady Justice would take her revenge.
By Sabrina Dahl3 years ago in Fiction
