Microfiction
Plea of Temporary Insanity
“They willl forget you, you know.” He said taking the needle and squirting it lightly as he scanned for a suitable vein. “It doesn’t matter,” I sighed, “I had to say it, all the words. Freedom is important. They may forget me, but you can’t kill an idea. If I have to die so be it, I will meet my maker in peace. And my words are out there for all to know forever in the minds of future generations. They may forget me, but they will remember my ideas.”
By Zelda Foxx3 years ago in Fiction
Well of Shadows
I dared to stare down the well of shadows so full of broken skies and forgotten corners. The whispers in the mist rising from the dark stench caused my anxious breaths to look deeper. As I strained to see the unknown horrors, my balance was forever lost and down I fell.
By Star Love Grey3 years ago in Fiction
The Atheist’s Prayer
He stood to his feet. His eyes opened. And his head tilted upward. He opened his mouth: “Earthly realm, hallowed be your name. You have begun and continue to be my place of work and rest. You are my only and the best. Until I explore even more, I will be a productive being in this world. I will trade with my fellow man and woman and reap benefits from your beautiful bounty. Mountains serve me along with water bodies and plains. It is all for me in my selfish way. I now appreciate that I can exploit you forever.”
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
