Microfiction

The Clock Stopped at 3:07
The night it started, I thought it was just a coincidence. I had fallen asleep on the couch, the TV still on, when a sharp click jolted me awake. I glanced over at the old clock on the wall—the one my grandmother left me. Its second hand had frozen, pointing straight at the seven.
By ETS_Storyabout a year ago in Fiction
Rooted in Nature. Dried to Perfection
The first time Leena heard about Dryfroot, she thought it was just another grocery shop. Her grandmother, however, spoke of it in whispers, as if it were a place of secrets. “It isn’t just food they sell,” Nani would say, eyes twinkling, “it’s memory, strength, and sometimes even a little magic.”
By Princess Ladlyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity --- A New Era of Intelligence Artificial Intelligence (AI) is no longer the stuff of science fiction—it’s here, woven into the fabric of our daily lives. At its core, AI is the simulation of human intelligence by machines. It can learn, adapt, and even make decisions, sometimes faster and more accurately than people. What was once imagined in futuristic novels is now a reality: machines that recognize faces, translate languages, diagnose diseases, and even create art. The rise of AI represents a turning point in human history, comparable to the invention of electricity or the internet.
By Muhammad Ibrahimabout a year ago in Fiction
Route 96
“It’s real kind of you to help me find the road again,” the man said with a tired smile. “My car broke down out here today. Can’t even tell what went wrong with that old piece of junk. What was your name again?”
By Kamran Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
Light in the Darkness
Stacy wandered down the freezer aisle when suddenly everything went dark. The emergency lights flickered on, casting an eerie glow over everything. In the dim light, Stacy spotted a small boy clutching a tub of ice cream to his chest, eyes wide and nervous.
By Sarah Tinneyabout a year ago in Fiction
A Pact Made in Smoke and Silence
The photo in the murky water was too distorted to confirm what Soren suspected already—but he knew. He knew the moment the call came, the moment the words "he almost didn't make it" reached his ears. Some things didn't need confirmation; they hung like smoke in the chest, thick, unavoidable to breathe out.
By Finallenabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Passenger Who Wasn’t There"
It was raining the night it happened, one of those slow, steady rains that makes the road shine like black glass. I was driving home from work, tired, half-listening to the radio when I saw her.
By ETS_Storyabout a year ago in Fiction
He Wrote a Thousand Love Letters, But One Saved Her Life
I never thought paper could hold someone’s soul. But it did. At least, his paper did. His letters did. His name was Arman. Mine is Elora.
By MD Hamim Islamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Love Thief. Top Story - August 2025.
As the sun lies down to sleep, figures dance across green fields dotted with daffodils. Twisting and turning, they meet in the evening’s cool breeze. Staring into each other’s eyes, they feel the weight of the universe bear down on their hearts. The shaking in their knees makes them shiver in the summer air. They enter each other without care as they stare into each other’s souls. In love with each other’s drawing gaze, as time scrolls by, it turns to a haze.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Fiction
When Trust Breaks
Introduction: The Fragile Nature of Trust Trust is like glass—beautiful, clear, and strong… until it cracks. And once it breaks, even the tiniest fracture can change everything.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
The Gap in the Lights
The hillside is the kind people pay to get married on, groomed to look like it never needed grooming. Rows of grapevines contour the slope like the ribs of some benevolent giant, and beyond them the river unspools in a silver S, ferrying light instead of boats. I’m on the balcony above the reception lawn with a flute of seltzer that keeps fogging my fingers. The glass sweats more than I do. Through my sunglasses, the whole place is color-graded into a pretty lie—blues deeper, greens silkier, faces dewy with someone else’s good lighting.
By The Kind Quillabout a year ago in Fiction
Alpaca Lips Now
They don't know when it started, but almost every modern society had started rejecting science, education was frowned upon, and there was always some minority to blame for when things went wrong.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction