Microfiction

Heat Warning!
From Environment Canada: Hot and humid weather will continue for the next week. Maximum temperatures will reach 40 to 45 degrees Celsius. Nights will also be quite muggy and uncomfortable.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Fiction
Smoking Section. Top Story - August 2025. Content Warning.
The water was too murky to prove that it was a suicide attempt. But he knew. Soren always knew. "You stupid fuck," he snarled, sucking deeply on his cigarette. A cloud of smoke poured from his lungs. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Fiction
Boss Fight at Midnight
The moon was high, a pale coin above the crumbling city skyline, when Alex’s HUD began flashing crimson. BOSS ENCOUNTER INCOMING – 00:03:17
By Haris Raheemabout a year ago in Fiction
Where Light in Darkness Lies
“Okay. Show me your balls.” “Cheeky,” said Tarren, pouting his lips at Grace, his best friend. He opened his palm to reveal the small rubber balls concealed there. Making a performance of the chimera.
By Angela Goldsmith Author @Waterstonesabout a year ago in Fiction
*The Forgotten Bench*
In a small town cradled by rolling hills and thick forest, there was a wooden bench by the lake. It wasn’t grand—its green paint had peeled, one leg was uneven, and the wood bore the soft scars of time. But if you sat there long enough, you might feel something linger in the air—quiet, familiar, like the echo of a laugh carried by the wind.
By meerjananabout a year ago in Fiction
My Friend’s Last Words Came in a Dream
It’s been a year since Lily passed away, but sometimes it still feels like she might text me, or I’ll turn a corner and see her laughing in that way only she could. Grief is strange like that—it never really goes away, it just changes shape.
By ETS_Storyabout a year ago in Fiction
Dinner with My Future Self
I woke up on a Wednesday morning to find an email in my inbox with the subject line: Dinner Reservation Confirmed – With Yourself
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
By meerjananabout a year ago in Fiction
House of Cups
They are everywhere - on the table, next to the couch, on the desk. I try to ignore them. It’s not my job to clean up after everyone else.
By Sarah Tinneyabout a year ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
Piglet climbed down the small tree and smiled and walked over to Eeyore and handed him his tail. Eeyore was so happy in his own way and Paddington opened his suitcase to see if he had anything to attach Eeyore's tail so maybe he would not lose it again. He found a safety pin and attached to Eeyore's back end. Eeyore was just so happy wiggling it around. He offered his thanks to all involved and joined in the party that seemed to be growing to get Paddington back to London proper. Who will they meet next? Could it be....
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
Eeyore reached the sapling and studied it very long. "I think I found my tail up a tree. Have no way of knowing how it got this far. They all said that it was quite blustery this morning. "I suppose it was." said Eeyore. They all looked up into the tree and they to see what looked like Eeyore's tail. The tree did not look strong enough for Pooh or Paddington or even Eeyore to climb, so Piglet decided to shake off his anxiety and climb the tree. Piglet made it to the spot, and it was Eeyore's tail now.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
Paddington saw something hanging in the thistle bush and called Pooh over "Is this his tail?" It was just a piece of thin bark. They continued to walk down the path looking in directions. Paddington was getting a little peckish and pulled out a marmalade sandwich and offered to all for he liked to share. Pooh, Piglet and Eeyore had their favorite snacks, and marmalade was not what they wanted at the moment. They noticed something hanging from a tree sapling and walked closer. "Could it be?" Eeyore was first to check it out for he missed his tail much.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction