Microfiction
A(rcher) for Effort
I let loose the final arrow from my quiver as the first of the tears began to fall down my cheeks. I knew that there would be no disruptions out here this late at night, that I’d be able to shoot in peace, but I forgot that then my brain would have time to think. The final arrow joined the rest of the others in the grass, just short of the target. I stared at the pristine target in the moonlight and crumpled to the ground, careful of my bow.
By Glory Duda3 years ago in Fiction
Dracula 2023
It only takes seconds. Frank Gaston was looking for the monster that killed his sister. In 13 seconds, something drained her lifeforce, leaving her emptied. For three years, as the creature that murdered thousands roamed the streets, Frank had only one thought. Jack focused on revenge.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Fiction
Bloom
In the blackest heart of the deepest, darkest cavern... they bloom. Small, yet detailed. Gorgeous, vital. Colours vibrant and astonishing, where there's no light to illuminate their vibrancy, and no eyes to be astonished. Defying the treacly nothingness of the abyss they live in. Stretching against it, waving hope in the inky ether. There are so many - this one flawed, another larger, a few jewel-perfect.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
