Microfiction
Voices out of reach
Protesters threw food over gates and onto the town hall. A piece of tomato splattered Hank's 'Government Scientist' ID as he walked inside. 'What if they're right?' he thought for a moment even knowing that without metallurgical coal from the mine they had elected to save they would have to import steel for turbines from China anyway. The net emissions would be less but all the protestors could hear was 'coal', and all the mayor had heard to be persuaded was 'good economics'. He went to his office, wiped his badge, and silently wished everyone could understand.
By Rhys Davies3 years ago in Fiction
Fluffy Clouds In The Sky
I lie here watching fluffy clouds floating softly way up high, over the musical green hills. They make me hungry, with their icing sugar-colored cotton, and sugar notes. In my mind, these images make the clouds look like candy floss in my eyes.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Doubt and Devotion
Anton staunchly believed in personal freedom and had reservations about the Covid vaccine. He doubted its safety and effectiveness, skeptical of its rushed development. However, he cherished his elderly grandmother, who was vulnerable. Her smile held his heart captive. Anton realized that protecting her was worth setting aside his doubts.
By Anthony Chan3 years ago in Fiction
From Crisis to Success
Once upon a time, in a bustling city, lived a man named Michael. For years, Michael had toiled away in a monotonous office job, barely making ends meet. His life was consumed by financial worries, and each day seemed like an endless struggle to keep his head above water.
By Aisha Atif3 years ago in Fiction
Reality Unwoven
In a twist of spacetime, Paul stepped into yesterday. He saw himself, performing tomorrow's tasks. Bewildered, he observed the scene, grappling with the surreal reality. "Watch out for the spilled coffee," he warned his other self. The other Paul looked up, eyes wide with recognition, nodded, then disappeared. Back in his present day, Paul grinned, stepping over the remembered coffee stain.
By Tyler Rowe3 years ago in Fiction
Last Dream
One night, it turned into raining very closely and the wind became additionally roaring. The time became 12:30 l became watching a horror movie it turned into going to cease best. the primary issue l became by myself in the hall and my circle of relatives members went to sleep. At 1:00 the movie got over and l went to sleep in my room.l slept on my bed my window commenced making noise, l become too scared then l were given up and l went to peer what became that so that was a wind roaring. Then l once more went to bed and slept. once more after sometime l heard some whispering in my room, it changed into too close to me. i was scared but l forget about it and closed my eyes. again that whispering l may want to this time it was very loud. whilst l opened my eyes there has been one girl, because of darkness l could not see her properly but she appeared so dangerous. I did not shout because l become a bit courageous and l were given up and sat. but the mysterious aspect was that she talked to me she informed me "please come with outdoor for a while,l need your help and l will not harm you". I asked her"why," she informed "my daughter desires assist, she is in a big trouble. I stated, " why do not you help her". She stated nothing, keep my hand, and took me out of my domestic. while l went together with her.
By Kushagra yadav3 years ago in Fiction
