Microfiction
The Reduction-The worried man
'Hello, I didn't drink the water as you said.' 'Good' 'But how did you know he was going to tell me to drink water?' Seated outside the hospital he begins to tell me a lot. His name is Orson and he feels he's seeing things. He talks about the history of it and how he takes relaxant pills because of his heightened anxiety but is questioning everything. He narrates some of the dreams he's talking about but one of them sounds similar to the plot of a movie I've watched which I point out and he says, 'I know, I know, I narrate some of the dreams I have and people think I slept watching some movie or the other but this feels real with different named people. That's how I knew you and knew you shouldn't drink the water but I don't know what's happening to me'.
By Merritt Xavier3 years ago in Fiction
'Are you strong?'
'Are you strong?' I keep hearing her say it. She said she was asked in a supermarket but it disturbed her all day. She didn't understand why a simple question about carrying her items would pester her mind but I told her to drop it behind. The question haunted her dreams and eventually, there was more than it seems. Finally, she said she was asked 'Are you strong?' the same day she was asked 'Where do you belong?'.
By Merritt Xavier3 years ago in Fiction
The Reduction-The dosage
'I need to reduce my dosage. I think I'm overdoing it a bit. I'm starting to see things, places and people I don't know. I don't think it's from memory either, they feel real…just please, help me.'I heard the man at the counter plead repeatedly. I grew worried but maintained my space. I wondered what medicine had the side effect of hallucinations but I overlooked it. Still waiting for my appointment, I went to the restroom but on my way out I saw the man seated far away. I talked to ask if he was well but his shocked face seeing me made me uneasy.
By Merritt Xavier3 years ago in Fiction
Advice from a Cactus
I was lost in the desert. I was thirsty. I just finished my last sip of water. I tried to drink the water from a cactus. “Don’t drink my flesh,” it said. “What? Am I hallucinating?” I asked. “No, I can talk. Your tired from your walk. You need to rest, my friend. Help, people will send. Sit under my shade and you’ll be made,” Cactus said. “I hope you’re right, I’m almost dead,” I said. I was about to pass out when I saw a rescue vehicle approaching. I jumped in front of it and it ran me over.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Dog Days
Sometimes I wonder while wandering around: what’s the meaning of life? Sure, as a dog its hard to ask that question. Life sure goes by quickly. So much to do, so little time. So much sights to see and scents to smell. Everytime me and my parents’ go to the park, I smile when I see their happiness while on our walks. If there’s a real answer to the meaning of life it could be this: happiness. For me, I’m just happy I can lie around, and hang with my best friends on a lazy sunday. What a life.
By Birithivy Yogaratnam3 years ago in Fiction
Gaming the System
Disheveled people disembarked busses coming from Albuquerque to Phoenix – 72 in this convoy alone. It was happening around the country – in mass – bringing shills from decided districts to swing states. Each busload arrived at a different precinct to cast ballots. Every homeless voter received $50 for their round-trip excursion.
By Joyce O’Day3 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Train to Nowhere
I bought a train ticket home. I usually drove, but I had a strong urge to try something new. I sat down. When I looked around, some passengers were see through. Some had severe injuries and were bleeding, while others looked normal and glowed. I tried to get off but the doors were locked. I was terrified. I couldn’t stop staring. “It’s not polite to stare. You’re dead too, you know,” a passenger said. “No,” I shouted. He showed me a vanity mirror. I was bloody and injured. I must have died in the accident on the drive home today.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Tomato Revolution
The revolution started when scientists weaponized tomatoes. They brought them to life. They had mean eyes, sharp teeth and ate everything in site. We marched to the capital and threw the tomatoes at the authoritarian ruling class. They didn’t stand a chance, the tomates ate every last politician. The tomatoes came back out and shouted, “we’re still hungry.” “Everybody run,” someone shouted. But almost nobody escaped the deadly genetically engineered tomato monsters. Those of us who did had to hide. We now lived in a world ruled by evil tomatoes, and their evil leader, King Redblood Strongvine.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Fall of Dr. Harper
Renowned astrobiologist Dr. Harper had sought life among distant stars, oblivious to the cosmic mystery living under his roof. Her name was Eva, enchantingly mysterious, and concealing an otherworldly secret. His late-night discovery of an alien artifact shattered their shared reality, their shared love. Unveiling her true alien identity as an ominous device counted down, Harper realized the depth of his betrayal too late. The celestial intrigue he'd pursued was the very plot he'd fallen victim to, now spiraling towards its inevitable, disastrous conclusion; be careful what you seek lest you find it.
By Spencer Barrett3 years ago in Fiction
