Microfiction

She Knows What You Did
Prologue: 3:12 a.m. The call came at 3:12 a.m. “Erin… it’s Sophia. She is aware of what you did. What we did. I remember everything.”
By MD Tarek Aziz about a year ago in Fiction
The daters party
At the stroke of midnight at the San Diego's daters clubhouse, Brian kissed his girlfriend, Marianne.Then he turned to his friend and said, "my girl is the best".
By Loveliness Delightfulabout a year ago in Fiction
The Tortured Hulls of Goodwin Sands
There's a place, just off the coast of Kent, England, where ships go to die. Clever people have wondered: why do so many shipwrecks happen here? They ponder about the tricky weather smack in a prime trade route. Surely thinking of all those ships... ancient, and less ancient... creaking and groaning, and rattling their tortured chains on the sea bed...
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Infiltration
Chapter 3: Infiltration Silence is Their Weapon. Truth is Their Target. The rain had stopped, but the air was still soaked with tension. Every footstep echoed like a drumbeat inside Adam Rahman’s head. Tonight was the night. No more simulations. No more dry runs. It was time to enter the belly of the beast.
By Kevin Hudsonabout a year ago in Fiction
Lemonade Skies
The first thing Ava noticed when she stepped off the bus was the smell of lemons. Not strong, not artificial — just faint enough to feel real. The kind of scent that danced through the summer breeze and reminded her of freedom, even if she hadn’t felt it in a long time.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Fiction
Confessions, Contracts, and Consequences
1. The Offer Marcus Tran’s affair didn’t start in the usual way—it began with a conversation at home. “Jen,” he said one evening, barely able to meet her eyes, “My boss… she’s taken an interest in me.”
By lvvabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Feather
Be proud--of your humility. Michelle Liew. 🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶 In the sky kingdom of Aviar, feathers weren't just fashion-they were the rule of law. Lord Vantrello was a peacock - a flamboyant figure. a shining star of Aviar's aristocracy, he strutted about with bejewelled plumes turned Aviar and envious green. His feathers weren't just ornate--they were his kingly decree.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Fiction
Whoosh!
And so, like a witch or wizard casting spells over a steaming cauldron, something magical was undoubtedly about to happen. Buttons were pressed, potions prepared and placed into suitable pottery vessels.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
The "What If" Lives of Jeanie the Dreamer
'Let’s have no two ways about it. Jeanie really could be a twat.' El leaned over the lectern and looked the front row of mourners straight in the eyes. She had one elbow on the celebrant’s notes, and for all the world looked like she was ordering a pint of Bishop’s Finger down at her local in Dalston.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction
Mark It Up
As a child, she started reading books very young. They were prized possessions, and there were rules attached, like no dog earing, and no lending to anyone untrusted.
By Belleabout a year ago in Fiction
The Comedy of Errors
The Comedy of Errors: Shakespeare’s Hilarious Tale of Mistaken Identity "Meta Description" Dive into Shakespeare’s "The Comedy of Errors", a riotous farce of mistaken identity, twin mix-ups, and chaotic humor. Discover its plot, themes, and why it still delights audiences today!
By its_ishfaq_ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Drawing of My Life
When I was a child, I believed that pencils held magic. Not the kind of magic that turned frogs into princes or moved mountains—but the quiet kind. The kind that turned thoughts into pictures, emotions into shapes, and silence into color. I didn’t speak much as a kid. While other children chased each other on the playground or shouted answers in class, I sat in the corner of my own world, sketching stick figures and stars on the backs of my notebooks.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Fiction