Microfiction

The Stars Look Very Different Today
‘Ground control to Major Tom,’ Tom hummed as he patrolled the Mars dome. He loved Bowie. It may even be the reason he became an astronaut. Most people didn’t get the reference, but his inner child grinned every time.
By Sarah Tinneyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Town That Forgets You
The Story The Town That Forgets You The first thing I noticed about Willow’s End was how quiet it was. No cars passed along the single main street. The air was heavy, still, as if the whole town held its breath. A few shops lined the street—a bakery, a general store, a post office—but none had signs that looked newer than a decade old.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Room I’ll Never Return To
The Story The Room I’ll Never Return To I hadn’t been back to the house in almost twenty years. The movers had already emptied most of it when I arrived, but the silence still felt heavy, like the walls were holding their breath. My parents were both gone now—Dad last winter, Mom two years before that—and the old place had been left to me.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Star Collector
1. The Inheritance of Light I found the first star in a peanut butter jar behind Grandma’s flour canister. It pulsed cobalt blue, warm as a heartbeat against my palm.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Wings of Freedom
Everything changed when Samer, my childhood friend, began to ignore me after learning he would never walk again. We used to play and laugh without worries, but when something inside him broke, his silence became a wall separating us.
By rawan aliabout a year ago in Fiction
Letters the Ocean Never Returned
The Story The first letter arrived with the tide. Clara was walking the beach at dawn, shawl wrapped tight against the chill wind, when she spotted it—an envelope half-buried in the sand. The paper was softened and frayed, the ink smudged by saltwater, but her heart recognized the handwriting before she even touched it.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Train
Rain whispered against the station roof, a soft rhythm beneath the stillness of Platform 7. Anaya sat alone—though not quite alone—on a worn wooden bench, her fingers tracing the edge of a train ticket like it might vanish if she stopped holding on.
By meerjananabout a year ago in Fiction
Missed Call
A voice steadies--or shatters--relationships. 🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯 She grabbed the phone on the bedside table, her eyes bleary.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Fiction
She Called Me-Two Years After I Buried Her
I wasn’t supposed to hear her voice again. Not after the funeral. Not after the dirt hit the coffin and we all stood there in silence, trying to believe she was really gone.
By ETS_Storyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ghost in the Wires
The Ghost in the Wires The first time Elias heard about The Ghost, it was on a hidden forum, buried three layers deep in the darknet. The thread was titled “Don’t Look for Him.”
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
A Dare in the Dark
“You didn’t have to come with me,” Olive mumbled, looking straight ahead, her soggy tennis shoes squishing loudly with every step.
By Serenity Kayeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Secrets my Mother Kept
Alexander fell into an uneasy sleep, Mr. Stuffings still clutched tightly to his chest. The dream came quickly, different from the ones that had led him to the attic.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction