Microfiction
A Cafeteria
Now my school did not have an outside cafeteria, but we did have an area if we wanted to go out just for some fresh air. School cafeterias places of so-called mystery meat and other culinary somewhat disasters in the name of healthy, nutritious eating. No wonder I was mainly a brown-bag person.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The Third Keeper
The storm churned like a wounded beast. Wind clawed at the cliffs, hurling sheets of rain in wild arcs. Lightning splintered the night, revealing the jagged coastline and, perched defiantly at its edge, a solitary lighthouse—its beam slicing through the tempest like an unblinking eye.
By NoExitStories 2 years ago in Fiction
Mama ain’t raise no snitch
Mama Ain’t Raise No Snitch When loyalty runs deeper than freedom, silence becomes the ultimate test. The hallway outside the interrogation room was quiet, too quiet for a police precinct that claimed to be fighting crime around the clock. Dre sat at the metal table under a buzzing fluorescent light, eyes locked on the one-way mirror. He knew they were watching him—waiting for him to crack. But Dre had one thing drilled into his soul since childhood: You don’t talk to cops. Ever.
By Rick Brown2 years ago in Fiction
The Bone Collector’s Daughter – II: Whispers from the Crypt. Content Warning.
Part 1: The Bone Collector’s Daughter – I: The Inheritance of Shadows III: Whispers from the Crypt The days bled together after the prince’s offer. Vera wandered Blackthorn Hall like a ghost herself, her fingers trailing over the relics of her father’s obsession. The skulls seemed to watch her now, their hollow gazes heavy with secrets.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"2 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the Raven’s Wings
The Raven’s Kiss The first time I saw her, she was standing at the edge of the Wood, where the mist curled like phantom fingers around the ancient oaks. Her gown was the color of a moonless night, her lips darker than spilled wine. She did not speak—only smiled, and in that smile, I felt the weight of centuries.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"2 years ago in Fiction
Phinehas Shaw. Top Story - May 2025.
Here, before us, is Phinehas Shaw, Brother, Father, Son, Uncle, Cousin, and friend to so very, very many. As I look out into the crowd, I can truly see how well Phinehas was loved or at least known. I must say, I’ve never seen a crowd this large gathered together to see just one person. I’m impressed. I didn’t think that this many people could fit inside the building.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
