Microfiction
The Camel and the Fox
A tale of mischief and clever revenge Once upon a time, in a desert near a green village, lived a camel and a fox. They were not the same kind of animals, but somehow, they became friends. They often went out together in search of food and fun.
By Imran Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
A Lethal Love Story
The rain came down in whispers, not the kind that soaked skin, but the kind that drenched memories. It slid down the iron gutters like tears from a ghost’s eyes. Under the flickering streetlamp of Rue des Fleurs-where time wore a cloak of dust and cobwebbed ivy-Helena stood, draped in a velvet coat black as mourning. Her eyes-smoky, ancient and still burning-glinted as she waited.
By Sovon Mukherjeeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Tale of Stars, Dust, and Emptiness
Before time had a name, in a silence deeper than thought, everything slumbered within a void. That slumber was broken by a burst — the Big Bang! Light spilled across the nothingness, and from that light was born the Universe.
By Mubasshir Haque about a year ago in Fiction
When Dreams Remember
Elira had always felt the quiet pull of something just out of reach. It began in dreams—glimpses of a place she had never seen. A field of golden grass beneath a violet sky. The haunting sound of a melody carried on the wind. A boy with storm-grey eyes who looked at her as if she were the only thing that mattered. At first, they were fleeting. But soon, the dreams returned night after night, growing more vivid. The boy’s voice called her a name she didn’t recognize. And every morning, she woke with a deep ache in her chest, like mourning something she’d never had. When her grandmother passed away, Elira returned to the creaking old house where she'd spent her early childhood. The attic hadn’t changed. Dust lay thick on every surface, the air heavy with time. She didn’t know what she was looking for—only that the dreams had begun again the day her grandmother died. While digging through a trunk of faded letters and brittle photographs, her fingers brushed something cold. A silver locket, smooth and ornate, etched with unfamiliar symbols. She held it up to the dusty light, and as soon as it touched her skin, something pulsed inside her—like a heartbeat that wasn’t hers. The attic vanished. She stood in the golden field. The sky rippled like silk, violet clouds drifting above. Wind tugged at her hair, whispering her forgotten name. And there, just ahead, stood the boy. Kaelen. “You’ve returned,” he said softly, his voice trembling like a secret too long held. “But… you don’t remember me.” “I don’t know you,” Elira whispered, but her voice betrayed her. Part of her did. His eyes—grey like storms—did not accuse. They only mourned. “You were mine. And I was yours. Before the world broke us apart.” Each night after that, Elira returned to the dream. And Kaelen waited. He never begged her to remember. Instead, he told her stories—of a world torn by war, of a people called the Valeans, and of a Keeper who had sealed away her memories to protect dangerous knowledge. “You were the Keeper,” he told her once. “You chose to forget… to save lives.” In the waking world, Elira sought answers. She brought the locket to the library, where she met Callen, a quiet archivist with a scholar’s eyes. “These symbols are Valean,” he said, brushing dust from a heavy tome. “A lost language. A lost people. Wiped out in the Cataclysm War over two hundred years ago.” “That’s impossible,” Elira said. “I’ve seen them. I’ve… been there.” Callen stared at her. “Sometimes the past doesn’t die. Sometimes it waits—carried in blood, in dreams.” They searched together, uncovering forgotten texts, crumbling maps, and whispers of the Valean Keeper who vanished with the knowledge to end the war. All signs pointed to one truth—Elira hadn’t imagined the dreams. She was remembering. One night, as the wind hummed in the field, Kaelen took her hand. “You asked me once who you were.” She nodded, heart pounding. “You were the Keeper of Truth. You held the secrets that could stop the war. But others tried to take them. So you hid them—even from yourself. You left me… to save everything.” Pain sliced through her. “I left you alone.” He shook his head, gently. “You saved us all. But the world is waking again. And this time, you don’t have to carry it alone.” Following a hidden map found in the ruins of an ancient temple, Elira and Callen traveled to a forgotten mountain. At its peak, half-buried in snow and stone, stood a sealed chamber, humming with ancient energy. The locket glowed in her hand. As she pressed it into the carved indentation in the door, stone groaned and shifted. Inside, murals lined the walls—images of Elira in her past life, standing beside Kaelen, leading others, protecting a silver-bound book. The pedestal stood in the center, humming with power. She touched the book. And memory returned. The war. The betrayal. The moment she chose to forget. The love she left behind. Kaelen’s voice begging her not to go. She turned to Callen, tears streaking her cheeks. “This knowledge… it could save us. Or it could destroy everything again.” Callen met her gaze. “That’s not a burden you should carry alone.” Her fingers tightened around the book. “Then I won’t. I remember now. And I won’t forget again.” Kaelen’s voice echoed within her, soft and sure: “You’re not alone.” Elira stepped out of the temple, silver book in hand, the wind lifting her hair like a banner. The Keeper had awakened. This time, she would fight. This time, she would remember. And this time, love would not be lost to time.
By Kaleem Ullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Once upon a time....
Once upon a time in a classroom almost like this one there sat a teddy bear on the windowsill. This teddy was owned by a little boy that was brought in for show and tell. He shared the teddy bear's name with the class for the bear helped him with his reading. The little boy liked to read to the bear. The little boy left the bear for use for another day and share with his friends. The little when passing the school that late afternoon he told the bear be good and sleep tight. See you tomorrow, Teddy Bear.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Samsung Launches ultrathin smartphone that will compete with Apple.
Seoul, May 13, 2025, South Korea — At a magnificent event hosted at its flagship store in Seoul, Samsung Electronics formally launched the Galaxy S25 Edge, the company's slimmest smartphone to yet. The announcement of this model made a calculated move in the competitive marketplace between Samsung and the other company Apple in 2025.
By Provakar Dev Barmanabout a year ago in Fiction
What Happens to Your Body if You Walk Just 20 Minutes a Day, According to Doctors
Walking is one of the simplest, most accessible forms of exercise—yet many people underestimate its power. You don’t need intense workouts or expensive gym memberships to improve your health. In fact, research shows that walking for just 20 minutes a day can lead to remarkable changes in your body, from boosting heart health to enhancing mental well-being.
By Niranjon Chandra Royabout a year ago in Fiction
