Microfiction

First Shift. Top Story - September 2025.
“This is a nice, simple Cardiac event. Easy first call, new guy,” Ethan’s lieutenant said as they turned off the sirens outside a dusty apartment block.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
Mira
The Girl with Blue Hair and Yellow Eyes Mira had always known she was different. While other children in the village had brown hair like wheat stalks or black hair like midnight, hers fell in waves the color of a summer sky. And her eyes—those bright yellow orbs that seemed to glow in dim light—made shopkeepers pause mid-sentence and children whisper behind cupped hands.
By Autumn about a year ago in Fiction
The Secrets my Mother Kept
“I’ll meet you there” Sydney said to Brittney and Marcus as they climbed into their powder blue 1980 Toyota pick up truck with the rusty door handles. Sydney waited, watching them leave before heading upstairs again.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
The Secrets my Mother Kept
"Have you heard from him?" Gran asked, keeping her voice low as she dried another dish. She'd been asking the same question every few hours since the birthday lunch.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
A Lesson
His body was made of metal and instead of eyes, he had light sensors that flashed when someone got with in ten feet of him. ”Am I more human than you,” the robot asked his human class.
By DJ Robbinsabout a year ago in Fiction
Under Caution
Transcript - Body-Worn Camera - Officer PC Keegan Date: Monday, 08 September Time: 09:47 BST Location: Residential address Attending Officers: PC Sarah Keegan (K), PC Mark Ledger (L) + [Audio begins, officers approaching property] K: You logged a cat as a possible exit. L: It moved fast. K: It had a collar. L: It was in the shadows. Could’ve been a person. K: It was licking its paw. L: You didn’t see that. K: I did. You were still writing “suspect may have fled via garden.” L: I wrote “unconfirmed movement.” K: You wrote “possible exit.” L: You’re still quoting it. K: Well, it's funny. [Pause. Footsteps. Doorbell rings. Door opens.] K: Good morning. Ms. [REDACTED]? Nona: ...Yes? K: I’m PC Keegan, this is PC Ledger. L: We’re following up on an incident reported early Sunday morning. Nona: Well, I can't say this is a surprise. K: Your husband attended the station with a head injury. He stated you assaulted him. Nona: What?! He attacked me! Look at me! L: Did you cause the injury to Mr REDACTED? [Pause] Nona: If I did, it was accidental. I was defending myself. [Pause] Nona: It's all a bit of a blur. K: And your eye? Can you tell us about that? Nona: I told you, he attacked me. Flew at me in a rage and tried to gouge my bloody eye out or something. K: Did the children witness anything? Nona: No. They were asleep in bed. He took them when he left. L: Did you seek medical attention? Nona: Of course I did. Do you think I can do stitches on my own... sorry. It's been a stressful couple of days. Yes, I went to A&E. They kept me for observation, and discharged me this morning. K: Are you able to attend the station today? Nona: Why? What for? Is it to press charges because- L: It would be an interview, at this stage, Ms REDACTED. An opportunity for you to give your account of events. Nona: What do you mean, "my account"? Are you suggesting I'm lying? Do you think I did this to myself? I could have lost my eye! I could have lost the sight in it... [sobbing] K: We understand this is very trying, Ms REDACTED. L: Do you have someone who can take you to the station? [Pause] Nona: No. K: You could get a taxi. Nona: He’s emptied our joint account. [Brief pause.] Nona: You’ll need to take me. [Pause] K: We’ll log it. L: We’ll clear it with the desk and confirm a slot. K: This afternoon’s open. 14:30. Nona: Fine. K: We’ll come back at 14:00. L: You’ll be interviewed under caution. You’re not under arrest. It's very important you understand that. Nona: I understand. Thank you, officers. [Door closes. Footsteps.] K: That injury looked pretty nasty. L: Looked pretty swollen under that dressing. Do you think she'll lose sight in that eye? L: I don't know. K: It wasn't in the log. L: No. K: CID’ll want it flagged. L: Already done. [Audio ends.]
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
They had barely made it fifty yards from the clearing when Amnity stumbled, her canvas backpack suddenly feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds. The Glowing Imp Root pulsed inside its glass container, and with each throb, the forest around them seemed to... shift.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
To Never Grow Old
Introduction This is for L.C. Schäfer's "Dollar Challenge - Country Roads Challenge (September edition)" which you can read about here.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
The Last Radio Signal
Amara's nights never stopped until dawn. While the rest of her classmates at the university slumbered through the night in dormitories, she sat in the observatory, headphones stretched tight, eyes on the rows of data inching across her screens. She wasn't scanning for meteors, or for the faint glow of distant galaxies. Amara was listening.
By Leyvel Writesabout a year ago in Fiction
Under the Blood Moon
Hey, it's the day of the Blood Moon...one of horror... for those with lingering feelings. Or a soldier with lingering feelings for battles that once were.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sparrow’s Feather
My grandmother’s magic was a quiet thing. It lived on the highest shelf in her kitchen, in a simple glass jar filled with feathers. A brilliant blue jay feather for calming a child’s night terror. A stark black crow feather for helping a man forgive himself. A downy white owl feather for granting clarity to a confused heart.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Secrets my Mother Kept
Alexander shut his bedroom door and waited, listening to his grandmother's footsteps fade down the hallway. The sound of her favorite soap opera drifted up the stairs - she'd be occupied for at least an hour.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction