Mom was always losing or fighting with her 18-hour Playtex girdle. It seemed as if this contraption had a mind of its own, wanting to be seen, calling attention to itself, almost like a neon light flashing from a bar window.
A relatable tale about the value of motherhood.
The results are in!
They’re finally here, the results you’ve been waiting for, the winners of our very first Micro Fiction Writing Competition.
Here it is, the shortlist for our very first micro fiction writing competition.
Emma knew there were 11 children in the cemetery. She had counted. She needed to know she wasn’t alone in her suffering. Sometimes she wondered what their stories were, how their families were coping. She never saw anyone at their graves. Did nobody love them anymore? Were they lonely? Occasionally a toy would appear, leaning against a headstone, but she seemed to be the only parent who visited her child regularly. Would she ever stop coming?
There was water rising in the basement. Cold, dark, murky, slimy, water. Being a woman alone, a single mother, without a man, she had no idea what to do about it.
A short and sweet story about the meaningful things we allow our children to steal from us.
Less than one week left!
An inviting micro tale, full of warmth and nostalgia about a forgotten baby oak.
An intense piece of Flash Fiction about a Mothers life altering choice.
SOS! What do you do with a large—a very large—bagful of wild apples, hard and green and sized like golf balls? Google doesn’t have a page for this.
Refusing the apples is not an option. Ten-year-old squidgelet took a shopping…..
Hurry, hurry. Must hurry up. In and out. Grab the plastic cups, paper napkins, no sidetracks, no impulse shopping, pray I don’t run into anyone I know…oh dear, there’s Amy from playgroup in the produce section. Turn around, quick. No time for chatting, must be back before the first kid arrives. Party supplies, party supplies…oh…
We would like to say a huge THANK YOU to Fiona M. Jones of the UK, for her non-fiction micro story entitled ‘Mud’. You can read the story below or click here to go to a separate page. We hope you enjoy reading this story and don’t forget to check out our many other wonderful…