Tag: micro fiction

Mom’s Girdle: A Micro Story

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.

Winners – MLS Micro Fiction Writing Competition Round 2

This has got to be one of my favourite newly-regular posts because I get to deliver news that makes at least 3 people very joyous and proud of themselves, and they should be proud of themselves for they have won not just money and publication, but an audience which let’s face it, is the ultimate dream goal of any writer.

The Scent of Innocence: A Flash Fiction Story

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?

Batting Mice Around: A Micro Story

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.