Microfiction
The Heart of Elderglow Forest
The Heart of Elderglow Forest Where Magic Breathes and Shadows Stir The forest of Elderglow had a heartbeat. It was faint, like the whisper of wind through chimes, yet every creature within its boundaries felt it. Sunlight spilled through the canopy in golden ribbons, catching on drifting pollen that sparkled like suspended stars. Streams sang lullabies as they wove through mossy stones, and the air carried a perfume of night-blooming lilies, even in daylight.
By Malik BILALabout a year ago in Fiction
Men on the Moon
Nobody at NASA gave a goddamn about the weather in Jersey. This fact, as true and as simple as it was, had not stopped my Aunt Rosie from pacing around the parlor all morning and pressing her face to the front window in search of thunderstorms. My mother had yelled at her for smearing rouge on the glass, and she, of course, had yelled right back. And soon, everybody was yelling.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
By Nadeem Shah It was tucked inside the back of an old shoebox—between brittle birthday cards and a black-and-white photo of a woman I didn’t recognize. I wasn’t supposed to find it. But fate has a cruel way of revealing things when you’re least prepared.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
They're All Silent
The possibilities had been endless. With a boyfriend who had been the CEO of a major airline company, Phillip had been poised to spend his summer gallivanting all over the world. From Boston where he’d lived, he could have flown to Iceland to visit Thingvellir National Park. After, he’d have hopped on the next flight to England to see all the historical places in London. True, he would have been alone for most of the journey as Roland was a very important man whose free time was limited. Still, he would have been able to join Phillip for part of the trip, and he would have had no problem funding the whole thing too.
By B. M. Valdezabout a year ago in Fiction
Hunters (Redux). Runner-Up in Mismatch Challenge.
Listen along as it should be experienced on Spotify or all other platforms HERE: *** I stand up next to a mountain George slammed his longsword into the contoured scabbard clinging to the back of his jumpsuit. The music blasted throughout the C-130. He checked the seals of the gray jumpsuit before doing a final weapons check, feeling his excitement rising. George loved what he did, a fact that earned George’s firm-mandated shrink a new yacht.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
