Microfiction
152 Trinus
Formerly Lucifer, now I'm Trinus. Mengele confirmed it: I am with demon. Pol Pot rubs my belly creepily. "When's the due date?"
Gerard DiLeoPublished 2 days ago in Fiction- Content Warning
In The Air Tonight
Outside the shelter, the wind is blowing and the clouds are black. The rain is falling, and it is so cold that the raindrops feel like steel nails hitting your skin.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 days ago in Fiction The Bag - Discovery
This microfiction is part of a series. In order: The Bag; Jason's Dilemma; The Girl; Jason and the Girl; The Skewered Apple; Girl, Disrupted; Reward; Him; Master of the Games/The Guard;
Rachel DeemingPublished 2 days ago in FictionAnime Review - Spice and Wolf: Merchant Meets the Wise Wolf
Spice and Wolf: Merchant Meets the Wise Wolf - A Refreshing Journey Through Familiar Lands Spice and Wolf: Merchant Meets the Wise Wolf, a 2024 anime redo of the dearest 2008 series, offers another viewpoint on a valued work of art. This survey digs into the qualities and shortcomings of the redo, investigating how it recovers the pith of the first while presenting unpretentious changes for a cutting edge crowd.
Bikash PurkaitPublished 2 days ago in FictionAnime Movie Review - Mari Okada's Maboroshi Among the Best of 2024
Mari Okada's "Maboroshi," delivered in 2023, is a charming yet disrupting anime film that dives into the intricacies of youthfulness caught inside a stale reality. This survey will investigate the film's assets and shortcomings, zeroing in on its topical lavishness, spellbinding visuals, and the waiting inquiries it abandons.
Bikash PurkaitPublished 3 days ago in FictionForgotten Forest
Lightning cracks and streaks through the sky. The winds shift as I focus my energy. Rain falls. I feel the water cleansing me, healing. For I am tainted, broken and in need of repair.
Sarah WilcoxPublished 3 days ago in FictionSecond Chances
He breaks the silence with a heavy sigh. The chair responds with a creak and a groan. There’s an ache in his jaw, but he ignores it, fixes his eyes on hers, instead. It’s Laurel, he begins and is deluged with the anguish of seeing his once fearless wife made feeble in the green upholstered recliner. He asks if she remembers her first appointment — when the nurse asked him to step outside because he wouldn’t stop asking questions and interfering with her work. There’s a soft chuckle in his exhale. Betrayal floods his wife’s face, her fingertips and the corner of her lips give a series of twitches. She suppresses a shiver of her spine and sets her jaw. He stands up and forces his admission past his lips.
Silently, I Watch
What is that small creature? It smells good, but it's nothing I have ever tried. It has golden eyes like me and longer fur—oh, it has claws, but they don't look helpful!
Andrea CorwinPublished 3 days ago in FictionFor Crows - mini micro
"They're clever," Ma said, gesturing at the old tree out back, festooned with crows. "Bright enough to forge friendships, hold grudges. Bring gifts."
L.C. SchäferPublished 3 days ago in FictionYesterday, Tomorrow, Today
Yesterday, I visited the barber and tailor. I placed my documents — certified copies of test scores, orders from the Agency, and every legal form of self-identification — in a leather briefcase and my newly pressed uniforms and suits into my luggage. I set my belongings under the window by the front door.
For Crows
When I was seven, Ma told me crows are clever. Bright enough to forge friendships and hold grudges. "If you upset a crow, he'll remember you," she said. "But if someone leaves them food regularly, sometimes they bring presents."
L.C. SchäferPublished 3 days ago in FictionDon’t React Immediately
The donkey was tied to a tree, and a devil came and untied it. The donkey ran towards the fields and started destroying the standing crops. When the farmer’s wife saw this, she angrily killed the donkey. Upon seeing the donkey’s dead body, the owner of the donkey became very angry and shot the farmer’s wife. The farmer, enraged by his wife’s death, shot the donkey’s owner. When the donkey’s owner’s wife heard of her husband’s death, she ordered her sons to burn the farmer’s house.
Ameer BibiPublished 3 days ago in Fiction