Microfiction Prompts Novels & Stories

“Yeah, I’m not starting that fight. No thanks. But he did thank you for wiping the debt. I owe you a hundred.” “Yeah yeah. Back to work. I need to pick up Elliot at two-thirty and tonight is poetry night. That hundred better be in my hands tonight.” Mike wrinkled his nose. “Great. The weirdos come out at night.” I jabbed him with my metal elbow and he growled. “Shit! That hurts!” “Don’t make fun of them just because they are able to express themselves, O’ man of loose morals.”

“I know! I know! I promised I wouldn't cry today. But you can't blame me. Mother is outside preparing for a grand party for Angus and I am stuck here with you and a rotten pizza on my carpet, No offense, Lala.” I rubbed her gently on her branch and she tightened her grip. “I wish she could love me”. Just then “Numb little bug” by Em beihold began to play. I began to sing to it, draining in every single beat and lyric. “Lala, if you can help me arrange my room. I promise to not let anything ruin my day”. The tree shrugged and in a way, grimaced. “Oh come on! It sounds fair to me. Okay! I'll give you fresh manure and nice trimming later”.

The air grew charged with an electric energy, and a gentle breeze carried whispers of ancient secrets. I followed the winding path until it led me to a serene, moonlit clearing. The trees around me seemed to lean in, as if sharing in the anticipation of what was to come. In the center of the clearing, a shimmering pool of water reflected the moon's soft glow, its surface rippling with an otherworldly luminescence. Curiosity sparked within me as I approached the mystical pool. The voice of Mr. Thompson echoed in my mind, urging me to take a leap of faith and trust in the journey. With a deep breath, I stepped forward and peered into the water.

No matter how I thought about it, it was awkward. Though, that's not to say it wasn't possible. The next day, I watched the note stuck to the ornamental flowers next to the door of my building. It read, "Suppress Your Desires." I smiled. The decorators my mother had hired turned up later that day. Luckily, I just so happened to be going away on business. I begged them to work through the night. I told them it was urgent and paid them extra to do it.

'' Ondo said, '' Red, we are surrounded,'' Zara said, The forest Lit up with a red marker. It was like walking into a landmine. She slowed step back. There was no way they could walk in front or any other direction, for that matter. They were stuck. They both looked around but didn't see a way to go. Ondo and Zara stepped back and kneed down. They stayed quiet, and since Ondo couldn't see that far ahead. They Whisper to one another Zara looked around and saw green FireFlies guiding her on the left side of the forest. She grabs Ondo Hand and said '' Follow me'' Zara said,

Engine running. Waiting. END SCENE

Just four words scrawled in ink that smells faintly of pine and smoke. “Meet me at midnight.” “If you want the truth about your mother.”

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> No matter where life takes us after today, whatever roads our pups walk or seasons change this garden, a part of us will always live in this exact moment. Some moments do not end when they end. They just become part of you. And I will carry this one, all of it, for the rest of whatever comes next.