microfiction
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I hope you enjoy my entry to the August Whimsy microfiction contest. My whim was Game Show Gaiety. My object was caviar. Jeffrey stared glumly at screens flickering in a repair shop window. A kindly announcer spoke before giant letters spelling Lottery. “…of value. Everyone can play, so the Jackpot could be yours! Remember – your…
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At the first house, Little Cat meows forlornly at the door. I am delighted to announce that my submission to the August Whimsy microfiction contest, The Last House, has been chosen for publication in the first annual Whimsy Anthology! The collection will be published after the conclusion of the December Whimsy contest. Keep an eye on…
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This was my entry in the Whimsy microfiction contest for July. Whimsy invites writers to create a story exploring a whim and including an object. For this one, my whim was The Cryptid Conundrum. My object was a pepper grinder. Enjoy! *** “Fresh ground pepper?” X1’s tentacles clapped in delight. “Yes, please!” X2 chimed in…
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There is something in my hand. I wait among gray shapes, wisps on a shrouded shore. What have I forgotten? A ferryman lowers a time-weathered gangplank under glowing lamplight. “No fare, no passage.” Some figures ascend. Others drop back. I fall into the fog. The lamplight dims, the salt smell fading from the air. Dread…
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This was my first round entry in the NYC Midnight Scary Story Contest 2026. It placed second in Round 1. My prompts were a wedding, a flutist, and floating. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! *** A plea spoken into the void becomes a refuge in the darkness. A…