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.

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.

Robbery: A Micro Story

A short and sweet story about the meaningful things we allow our children to steal from us.

TINY GREEN APPLES: A Micro Story

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…..