Microfiction
To Your Great Love
Hello, my name is Paula, and I am John's ex-wife. I don't know why I was invited, but I was. What did John and his new wife, Cathy expect me to say. Cheers to the way you always have treated your sons, and cheers to the way, you always made our sons, seem second fiddle to Cathy's daughter, Cindy. But this isn't about the children is it, it is about yourselves, and your great love. I trust that now that you have tied the knot officially, you will have the decency to send your child support here on time. Cheers!
By Susan Payton5 days ago in Fiction
A Fucked-Up Wedding Toast - 3
Hi everyone. I’m Daniel from accounting. Mark and I worked together for six years, which is long enough to learn a lot about someone. Like how he drinks his coffee, the songs he hums when he thinks no one's listening, or the way he pushes his luxurious hair back from his eyes. And the fact that he once said he hoped to find someone “kind, patient, and steady.”
By Lana V Lynx5 days ago in Fiction
Achiever, Believer
"Come on, Mike," Sam yelled, "We've got this. Just a couple more miles. Keep running!" My best friend, Samantha had always been a tomboy. She favored individual sports early on, especially running, swimming and tennis. Later, she joined soccer. We got along great because I was a jock too. I favored team sports like football and basketball. That wasn't the major difference between us.
By Julie Lacksonen6 days ago in Fiction
Bottom of the 9th, Bases Loaded
Game seven, bottom of the ninth, two outs, bases loaded, and down by three. His back foot kicks up dirt as he settles into the batter’s box for the sixth time this at-bat. After taking a ball that was just a bit outside, the count is full.
By Jean-François Lamothe6 days ago in Fiction
