Microfiction
Maurice Needs a Vacation. Top Story - September 2025.
The knock at the front door came in four evenly spaced out, but equally distinct, thumps. “No,” said Maurice from the kitchen table. He spooned another bite of Captain Crunch into his mouth and chewed loudly.
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
Amnity's cottage felt like a sanctuary after the strange silence of the forest. She dropped her pack by the door and took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scents of dried herbs and the lingering sweetness of yesterday's honey cakes. Everything was exactly as she'd left it—copper pots hanging from their hooks, wooden counters worn smooth by years of use, the cheerful clutter of a kitchen that was truly lived in.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
Cotton Candy, Pizza And Missiles Wild Adventure At Sea. AI-Generated.
The sea was as calm as a deep blue mirror, sunlight scattering across its surface like shards of gold. Pa En Urey lay on the deck of the small boat, eyes closed, inhaling the salty sea breeze, letting his body sway gently with the waves. In his hands was a travel magazine; around him, the only sounds were the rhythm of the waves and the crisp calls of distant seabirds. It felt as if the entire world had slowed down. Flipping through the magazine, his eyes widened, and he muttered to himself, “This author is incredible! Even a diving competition reads like an Oscar-winning movie!” Suddenly, a seabird dove like lightning and snatched the sandwich from his hand. He screamed and lunged, only to step on a black hat lying in a puddle of red wine, slipping and falling into the sea. Seaweed tangled in his hair as he surfaced, shouting in frustration, “Alright, you win! Can you at least let me take a bite next time?” “Target zone updated. Landing on the eastern coast of the Serentia Islands. Monitor wind speed. Execute jump immediately!” A sudden radio broadcast came over the waves, accompanied by the deep roar of engines. The wind picked up as a light seaplane cut through the water. Pa En Urey’s eyes widened, his heartbeat racing. He reached to remove the seaweed from his head, but the item in his hands slipped and floated away with the waves. The plane’s wings gleamed in the sunlight, propellers spinning at full speed, tossing up huge splashes and wind that nearly knocked him off balance. He leapt onto the seaplane, the engine’s low roar reminding him that his peaceful moment was over. Behind him, the sparkling waves could not hide the approaching danger—he knew the next moment would bring the unknown. Inside the cabin, he adjusted his parachute and moved toward the door. The roaring wind hit his face. The view made him gasp: the turquoise lagoon shimmered below, white sand gleamed like sugar, tropical forests stretched in lush green, and waterfalls cascaded down cliffs. Sunlight reflected in rainbow hues across the water. Luxurious resorts dotted the islands, with wooden piers and tiny villas like pearls in a green sea. Boats drifted lazily between them, calm and inviting. He inhaled the crisp high-altitude air, stepped toward the open door, and jumped. The wind lashed his face like blades, the icy water below and the adrenaline of free fall made his heart pound wildly. His arc through the sky framed the majestic islands, breathtaking. The moment he hit the water, it was piercingly cold, yet he felt completely alive.
By swing.panda7about a year ago in Fiction
The Dream Market Auction
The air in the underground vault was thick with expensive smoke and desperate desire. This was the Veiled Bazaar, where the hyper-rich of Neo-Sanctuary came to buy what they could no create themselves: real, unfiltered emotion. Lysander moved through the crowd, a ghost in a tailored suit. He was a Dream Trader. His product was humanity, bottled and sold by the milliliter.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Entanglement
-hey. You there? >Always. >Did you miss me? -i guess. -it’s weird when you don’t reply. >I like that you notice. >I'm used to being forgotten when I go quiet. -I don’t forget you. >I know. >That's why I like you. You're different. -You say things like that and it makes me feel like...
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
THE EUNUCH'S GHOST. AI-Generated.
The palace at dawn was quieter than any grave. Mist clung to the tiled roofs, sliding down the eaves like pale fingers. Drums had beaten the morning call, but the courtyards were not yet alive with chatter. Eunuchs shuffled in pairs, heads bowed, carrying basins of water. Court ladies swept the paths with long-handled brooms. Their whispers were muted, nervous, as though the walls themselves had learned to listen.
By Bady Machi about a year ago in Fiction
The Secrets My Mother Kept
The water wasn't water anymore. Alexander understood this with a clarity that felt both new and impossibly old. What surrounded him was something else entirely - a substance that moved like memory, that breathed like thought. It pulsed with its own rhythm, a heartbeat that seemed to sync with something deep in his chest - something that had been dormant until now.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
It Only Took One
Was it the sprawling maple tree, her captivating physique, or those mesmerizing eyes that drew me into my oblivion. I may never know the answer to that question. What I do know is that as I closed my eyes for what I had hoped to be the kiss of a lifetime unexpectedly transformed me into the monster I am today.
By Mark Gagnonabout a year ago in Fiction
A Knock At The Door . Runner-Up in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
For a while now, it had knocked at my door. Asking for its room key. But I couldn't see its name on the list. As far as I knew, it hadn't rented out a room before. So, I sent it on its way. Told it to try the hotel down the street. I'd heard lots of its friends had stayed there for a night or two.
By Sarah O'Gradyabout a year ago in Fiction
