Microfiction
The Breakup
“Take care,” she offered, sliding into the driver’s seat, looking into his eyes a final time before closing the door. David stood breathlessly, watching the Volkswagen’s taillights glow as it rolled toward the street. “I can still stop her,” he thought, “and explain why I’m doing this…”
By D.P. Martin3 years ago in Fiction
Smartphone Zombies
This had gone so wrong. The phone app was supposed to influence those that used it to buy the required products. But just like any drug, the users became addicted. They never bought anything but if anyone tried to take the phone off them they screamed attacked and bit anyone who tried. They were drawn to Milton Keynes, and non-addicts were forced to move out for their own safety. High-Level discussions took place and the only solution was the decommissioning of the app and the total extermination of the addicts. They were now smartphone zombies. They had to be eliminated.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Small Things
My Grandad died a few weeks ago. My Grandad created a lot of precious stones, though I didn't see any value in them. I was only nine years old. We kept searching when my Grandma stopped. She came across an old green precious stone, though Grandma never saw anything precious in them.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
