Microfiction Stories

Dogs have perfect holidays. They simply need to take a drive across the landscape, stop somewhere, get out, and start investigating the situation. Any circumstance is fine by them so long as they get to discover new and promising terrain.  A vacation away from home. Something new. A place to get out and run. Full-speed and away. The family is on holiday and it can simply be a stop at the nearest parking lot beside a busin...

The dayroom was open to personnel not on duty. The television was on. A few troops sat in open seats responding to questions on Jeopardy. The pool balls clicked softly. Two fellows talked quietly. One just back from 'Nam. "You spent a lot of time out in the field, sort of changing," said the Marine. "How's that?" asked the sailor.  "You decided you could do things. It was okay 'cause women weren't around." With hesitance,...

The yelling seems to always start late in the evening when you are in bed. But not asleep. You could hear it all, taking it in, learning from it, making it part of your reality for the future. Would you build a future with bricks and mortar of shouts and pain? Would you exist sharing love and kindness, forgiveness?  You never talked about it in later years. Never shared it. But you absorbed it all. Used it to form a home...

His joints ached, his vision wasn't great, and say nothing about his hearing because he won't hear you.  The stooped-over old man looked like a gnarled oak, but always had a smile for everyone.  Once there was a time he could have lived forever, barring an accident or a firewood shortage. He lived more within his memories than reality nowadays.  She re-appeared before him, as beautiful as when he was a boy.  She held out...

For Sale or Trade: Brand new, only been worn for ten weeks, cubic zirconia engagement ring. Also, one white wedding dress, only been worn once. Both, two hundred dollars or best offer. Will consider trade for double-barrel shotgun with ammunition. 

 A white ball streaked across green felt and snapped into a triangle of colorful balls. The formation exploded, and the balls thumped off rails, clicked off one another, came to rolling stops. Two stripes fell into pockets.Billy Miller removed a greasy baseball cap, ran a hand through greasy hair, returned the cap to his head, and said: “I hate you.”Stephen Zander smiled and chalked his cue with a big fist. He was tall an...

My storybook lover is romantic, he would never hurry his sweetheart in a love scene, but tonight I want him to... "Make love to me, darling. In one hundred words or less." "Micro fiction?" "Yes." "Get your skirt off then." I begin slowly undoing the buttons on my... "Just do it, don't describe it." "It has to be sexy." "But you're using all the words up!" "Don't shout at me." "Sorry, sweetie." Silence. More silence. "We'v...