Microfiction

The Bones of the Matter
This is the next installment in The ShambElla Saga. We've learned Colt's secret, and now the companions prepare for their journey into Hell.
By C. Rommial Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
What If Your Memories Were Sold to the Highest Bidder?
The bidding began at midnight. In a sleek, chrome-paneled room somewhere deep beneath the ruins of what used to be Chicago, men and women in expensive suits clicked their virtual paddles as images flickered across a wall-sized screen. The auctioneer’s voice echoed through the air like a machine-generated chant: “Lot 244. Childhood. Age range: 6 to 10. Vivid. Intact. Unfiltered. Starting bid: 250,000 credits.”
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction
I Tried a 30-Day Digital Detox—But Something Was Watching Me Offline
I Thought My Brain Needed a Break The internet was burning me out. TikTok loops. Doom scrolling. Emails at midnight. So, I committed: 30 days offline. No phone. No laptop. No smart anything.
By Sohanur Rahmanabout a year ago in Fiction
I Rented a Cabin in the Woods to Escape My Life—But I Wasn’t Alone
I Just Wanted Silence I booked the cabin through a no-frills website that promised privacy, seclusion, and no cell reception—exactly what I was looking for after the worst month of my life.
By Sohanur Rahmanabout a year ago in Fiction
Still Standing, Still Different. Top Story - June 2025.
For Mikeydred's June Prompt Pride Month includes everyone--we've all been judged or underestimated for being different. Different beliefs. Extraordinary medical conditions that have been misunderstood.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Fiction
The Thought That Wasn’t Yours
It started with a whisper in her head. "Push him." It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t even angry. Just casual. Like a suggestion. A background nudge.
By F. M. Rayaanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Diary of the Person Who Will Ruin You
It started with a storm. The kind of storm that makes the air hum like an old television and makes you question if something's about to go terribly wrong. Eli didn't like storms, but he liked staying inside even less. He’d always been the kind of person who walked until his thoughts quieted down.
By F. M. Rayaanabout a year ago in Fiction
The People Who Were Never Born
Dr. Ethan Clarke had never believed in alternate realities. A man grounded in logic, physics, and the unyielding laws of nature. But on one quiet November evening, in the stillness of his lab in Boston, everything he believed about the universe shattered.
By F. M. Rayaanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Month of June
Tomorrow is the start of the month of June, and the start of what will soon begin as one of the hottest months temperature wise and who knows even rainfall if certain weather forecasters are right.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The black door to my living room
When I first moved into the old house on Ferelith Lane, I didn’t notice anything strange. It was a quiet, crooked little home, settled among yellowed trees that whispered more than rustled. The realtor had spoken too quickly and never looked me in the eyes. I assumed the price was low because of the location or the cracked foundation or the way the walls occasionally wept cold from unseen pores.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
Mind Zero
In the neon-black night of New Avalon, no one was truly alone. The Grid made sure of it. Thoughts streamed, schedules aligned, even dreams were synchronized across nodes. Every mind—tagged, tracked, tidied.
By F. M. Rayaanabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Whispering Oak"
An ancient oak stands hollowed by time but steadfast in its posture in the middle of a ruined field. Lichen grows like velvet across its bark. A moth sleeps inside, its centuries-long dreams flecked with dust on its wings. Mice build their homes in the roots, weaving stories and dry leaves for warmth. Dandelion seeds float past like pale ghosts. The wind hums a hymn no human knows the words to anymore.
By AlaTrendabout a year ago in Fiction