William Rhodes
@writerofrhodes.bsky.social
Writer of micro fiction, hopefully one day of much longer fiction (e.g. a novel)
Daily Micro Fiction (Day 3)
I unbuckle the straps, remove the needle, my mind is already on the drive home. People think it leaves a stain on you, but it washes off just like any other grime and dirt. So long as the death penalty is legal I get paid to appease the dark little voice in my mind.
I unbuckle the straps, remove the needle, my mind is already on the drive home. People think it leaves a stain on you, but it washes off just like any other grime and dirt. So long as the death penalty is legal I get paid to appease the dark little voice in my mind.
September 16, 2026 at 10:00 AM
Daily Micro Fiction (Day 3)
I unbuckle the straps, remove the needle, my mind is already on the drive home. People think it leaves a stain on you, but it washes off just like any other grime and dirt. So long as the death penalty is legal I get paid to appease the dark little voice in my mind.
I unbuckle the straps, remove the needle, my mind is already on the drive home. People think it leaves a stain on you, but it washes off just like any other grime and dirt. So long as the death penalty is legal I get paid to appease the dark little voice in my mind.
Daily Micro Fiction (Day 2)
John punched in the code from the post-it note stuck on the monitor. A red light flashed on the safe’s keypad. Two more tries, and an alarm pierces the empty building. From the floor above, footsteps breaking into a run.
John punched in the code from the post-it note stuck on the monitor. A red light flashed on the safe’s keypad. Two more tries, and an alarm pierces the empty building. From the floor above, footsteps breaking into a run.
September 15, 2026 at 10:12 AM
Daily Micro Fiction (Day 2)
John punched in the code from the post-it note stuck on the monitor. A red light flashed on the safe’s keypad. Two more tries, and an alarm pierces the empty building. From the floor above, footsteps breaking into a run.
John punched in the code from the post-it note stuck on the monitor. A red light flashed on the safe’s keypad. Two more tries, and an alarm pierces the empty building. From the floor above, footsteps breaking into a run.
Daily Micro Fiction (Day 1)
Sarah held her cup, eyes closed, listening to the rain and breathing in her morning coffee. She opened her eyes. Outside stretched a brilliant, cloudless sky.
The wrong audio track was playing.
Sarah held her cup, eyes closed, listening to the rain and breathing in her morning coffee. She opened her eyes. Outside stretched a brilliant, cloudless sky.
The wrong audio track was playing.
September 14, 2026 at 10:00 AM
Daily Micro Fiction (Day 1)
Sarah held her cup, eyes closed, listening to the rain and breathing in her morning coffee. She opened her eyes. Outside stretched a brilliant, cloudless sky.
The wrong audio track was playing.
Sarah held her cup, eyes closed, listening to the rain and breathing in her morning coffee. She opened her eyes. Outside stretched a brilliant, cloudless sky.
The wrong audio track was playing.
Starting my journey into the world of writing.
Will be posting micro fiction every day.
Bare with me as my storytelling and grammar improve.
Will be posting micro fiction every day.
Bare with me as my storytelling and grammar improve.
September 14, 2026 at 8:04 AM
Starting my journey into the world of writing.
Will be posting micro fiction every day.
Bare with me as my storytelling and grammar improve.
Will be posting micro fiction every day.
Bare with me as my storytelling and grammar improve.