Microfiction

Vengeful Messenger
North Americans tend to think of mimicry as a capability unique to exotic birds of the parrot family. We even use the expression, “parroting,” to mean repeating what another person says. But many of us remain unaware that we have plenty of mimicking birds right in our own backyard–literally. A bird as ordinary to us as the crow can learn to mimic the words we use, even if they seldom need to in the wild. Crows are also very intelligent, and good at recognizing faces.
By EFHLabout a month ago in Fiction
Lurking Behind The Stars
For many who live on the planet Earth, one of the most mysterious and magnificent wonders of life is the sky; limitless, always changing, and filled with so many things that so many of us will never see.
By EFHLabout a month ago in Fiction
Lemonade Isn’t Meant for Wine Glasses
News flash, news flash! Come hear, one and all. For the upcoming spring and summer, you’ll want to be free to let loose and enjoy all the outdoor festivities. One thing, however, must be kept in mind. One thing must be known, above all else:
By Gabriel Shamesabout a month ago in Fiction
Memory Banks
"...beep..." "Can you hear me?" "...beep..." "Can you hear me?" "Yes...wh...where am I?" "You're home." "What is my name?"
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a month ago in Fiction
People Watching
“Lovely day, isn’t it.” “You always say that.” “It’s always true.” “It’s raining.” “Yes. Life giving rain.” “Flood bringing rain. You’d know about that, wouldn’t you?”
By Bernadette Johnsonabout a month ago in Fiction
Ok fine...
“Why are you saying that? He hates you, and she hates you worse!” “But for what right? Did I ever do anything to them? What true cause did they have for hating me and for what? Breathing? Being alive? Seriously, did I ever embarrass them publicly just to be vindictive or mean, or did I just sit there still and silent? They made it into a public court record and spectacle.”
By Verna K Gundersonabout a month ago in Fiction
Ancestral Star Dust
“I remember you. Just barely though.” “And I remember you, my child. You were just a small thing when I left, ludic in beads in barrettes.”
By Paris Gilesabout a month ago in Fiction
You Promised This Would Be the Last Question
“You promised this would be the last question.” “I did.” “Then ask it.” “I already have.” “That wasn’t a question.” “It wasn’t?”
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Fiction
Don’t Read It Out Loud
“Is this yours?” “No.” “It was on the printer.” “I didn’t print anything.” “It doesn’t have a header.” “Let me see.” “Don’t touch it yet.”
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Fiction
This Isn’t the First Time You’ve Asked Me That
“Why are you looking at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like you’re waiting for me to say the wrong thing.” “I’m not.” “You are.”
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Fiction
You Said You’d Call If You Survived
“Hey. It’s me.” “I don’t know if this is even going to go through.” “The signal keeps dropping.” “I’m supposed to keep this short.”
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Fiction
Before You Leave
“Do you have everything?” “I think so.” “You think or you know?” “I know. Mostly.” “Mostly doesn’t help much when you’re already halfway out the door.”
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Fiction