Microfiction
Parting is such sweet and salty sorrow.... Top Story - March 2026.
Dear Wife— At first, I hesitated to go forward with this resolution. But after your recent late-night binges scarfing down bags of chicharrónes—those pork rinds you dip in butter and the god-awful crunch they make, I knew I could no longer reach you.
By Lamar Wiggins17 days ago in Fiction
Cringe Benefits
For Paul and John's 47-Word Challenge: If I had just minded my own business and decided to stay out of the way and not put my two cents in and kept my big nose out of it and stayed in my own lane, I would probably not be too embarrassed to talk about...
By Kendall Defoe 18 days ago in Fiction
The Skull Washed Ashore
The Skull Washed Ashore The tide was slow that morning, dragging itself across the shore with a heavy sound that seemed to settle into the bones rather than pass through the ears, and the sky hung low in a dull grey weight that made the whole stretch of beach feel closed in, as though the world had narrowed to that one place and refused to open beyond it. I had walked there many times before, enough to know every shift in the sand and every curve of the shoreline, yet that day something felt wrong in a way that could not be easily named, something quiet and watchful that seemed to exist just beyond the edge of thought.
By George’s Girl 2026 18 days ago in Fiction
