Regarded myself in the mirror, teeth gritted. In my right hand, I wielded a pair of scissors, their blank shininess reflecting my tormented glance. In my left hand, I held the scraps of my self-esteem.

“Maybe if you shifted your weight differently?” “Your stunning lack of tact isn’t helping.” Stunning by @preparedwombat is a piece of micro-fiction displaying a fascinating conversation between two characters

I cannot call on Dad; he is in jail, Serving time for a CRIME HIS SKIN COMMITTED; I cannot call on mom; what's she to do When she is a prey too Help, I can't breathe! I Can't Breathe by @hillarypowers

Sighs do not only leave our mouths, they exit our eyes, as well - like crumpled clouds losing courage - unable to remain airborne they sail, emptily, to the ground. Eye Sigh by @yahialababidi is a great

"This is for a Havenworlder," said the Human in the store. "I need the friendliest fibre you've got. Soft, gentle, won't tangle in their scales or rip their little baby claws if they get

They’d been running o’er the bridges made of slender branching arcs, lanceolate winding limbs, and a wish to reach the skies. Cherry Coy by @marlyncabrera is full of such gorgeous imagery and personification.

The question has always been the same: What is beyond of? The overriding curiosity imagine that there may be mountains, Que Hay Mas Alla by @vickaboleyn is originally written in Spanish, but worth the

All of them noticed it, but none of them would say a word. You Learn by @marlyncabrera is such a heartrending piece of short fiction that explores relationships at the office and emotions that stem from

A crowd of over 20,000 men and women chanted Ryan Green's name. He waved with his left hand. The controller is in his right. On the other side of the stadium, his opponent, a young man name Victor kept

In his hand he held a wonder. Counter by @demonsthenes is such a strong piece of little mini-fiction, but I can't tell you anything about it without giving too much of it away so.... Debts are like buildings:

but in the center of the cyclone time dissolves, the everywhen emerges listening to the songs of eternity where the shaper and the shaped are one Them Who Are Us by @satorid is a really cool philosophical

When the once good friend, fades away, The stars are dancing a cold ballet, When one sees it all, but still is blind, With no hope or strength, to slay the mind. Battle by @jianna has a strong sense of

The World Health Organization was about as much help as God, exhorting those who come in contact with camels to wash their hands frequently--and do not touch sick camels. Her mom never came near a camel,

To have a name and make a name is not the same True, both are spun of love and will and dreams But one is blindly granted as we blink in the light, The other we must forge from our innermost Names by

"Narcissa come kiss us" the horrid horde flattered she knelt beside a puddle unaware of the hazard she glimpsed her reflection in her eyes were wings the fluttering flock obliterated the notion

At the door mirror-skinned haloed by the sun, golden haired Morveren sings forth to everyone. Poetry Challenge by @theinkwell is a contest that encourages creativity- I especially like how the chosen poetry

the past i cannot speak on, for i do not remember, and speaking on the future is like waiting on an ember as the fire is still burning in the open space. Kali by @lukakorba has the rhythm of a battle and

Drury Lane was long infamous — even in Shakespeare’s time — as a place of abject poverty, of moral and social degradation. From the 16th through the 18th centuries, Covent Garden, especially in the area

Aimee was fascinated with her own shadow. She kept looking at it, scratching at it until she felt it. What it was that she felt, the girl did not know or at least, could not tell. She dug her fingers in

Confessions are for the sinners who think they've still got a chance. Holy Water by @jmvanbreda is a master of word play, creating poetry that feels familiar because it hits soul-deep. Wrapped in constricting