Microfiction

Out of Season
It looked like a nice day outside, through my window. Eleven years old and trapped in bed all summer. I’m not well. But I’ll get better. That’s what Mum and Dad keep saying. I can’t see anything through my window but the clouds slowly passing by. They keep on bringing me more books to read. But I’m bored of books. I think they can tell. I used to love books.
By Fraser Youngabout a month ago in Fiction
What’s behind the door?
There was a strange, mysterious door that was here from the house that nobody knows of what’s behind it. Apparently, some of the neighbors had spread rumors about it or it was just a spooky tale.
By Meghan LeVaughn about a month ago in Fiction
Adam & Eve Origin Drabble
An Englishman, a Frenchman, and a Russian stand in a museum looking at a painting of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. The Englishman looks at the pair and says, "Look at their sadness and restraint. They must be British."
By Lana V Lynxabout a month ago in Fiction
Couldn’t Have Happened to a Nicer Guy
Hey Brad! It’s been a pressure pleasure working with you all these years. Thank you for your expert advice on literally every subject from Keto diets to natural childbirth.
By Leslie Writesabout a month ago in Fiction
See you on the flip side
After all these years of working for this company, I just found out your name is Chadwick. Cool name. Sounds like royalty; All must bow to Lord Chadwick, haha. I thought your name was just, Chad...
By Lamar Wigginsabout a month ago in Fiction
Painters
They pay me to paint, not to clean. I’m a simple man, a good employee; I have a job to do and I do it well. I get the address. I show up. I don’t ask questions. I don’t judge.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
Season of the Out. Content Warning.
Priscilla always thought adulthood would eventually calm down. Maybe not peaceful, but at least predictable. Instead, her life had turned into a year‑round carnival run by raccoons, children, and whatever cosmic intern was in charge of her fate.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Fiction
Storage Shed
You go to the shed for a table leaf. That’s it. That’s the entire mission. A simple retrieval operation. A three‑minute task. Something so basic it doesn’t even qualify as a chore. You’ve survived gate guard at 0300, CQ shifts that felt like psychological warfare, and the kind of family chaos that should earn hazard pay. A shed should not be a threat.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Fiction
Aurelius Ascends. Top Story - September 2026.
Aurelius Ascends had spent the best part of fifteen years shifting from a single figment of a dream to a glossy digital image on a one-hundred-inch computer screen, eventually realized by SpaceCorp's head designer, Lisa Scanlon, and put on the drawing board.
By Jonathan Townendabout a month ago in Fiction
Shroud
Written for Mike's unofficial challenge responding to the album cover of Wire. https://vocal.media/writers/154-unofficial-challenge
By Alyson Smith about a month ago in Fiction
Here's to the Employee Benefits
Ach Andy, partin' is such sweet sorrow an' all that pish! Ye'll be missed by some folk, maybe no everyone. Efter aw, shagging the boss did wonders for yer career an' brought ye tae us.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Fiction
A Supervisor of Renown
Martha, Salutations! I appreciate working for someone so detailed and specific. We knew that our work would get a comprehensive, fine-toothed-comb review, noting excellence and marking areas for improvement. You were my supervisor for an eventful ten years, so please know that I realize your insight was better than mine when it came to annual leave requests. Your life after retirement will be filled with adventures of your own making. Congratulations on a well-deserved retirement.
By Andrea Corwin 2 months ago in Fiction