Microfiction

“Welcome..”
“Welcome,” extending her arm to usher them in. They smile at their host and compliment her red gown. “It’s truly divine. If only I had your figure!”
By Grz Colm2 months ago in Fiction
Went Offline
The weekly check-in was routine. A dozen faces, cameras on, nodding along as Greg ran through quarterly goals. I wasn’t really listening. Nobody was.
By Jesse L Shelley2 months ago in Fiction
Hyperfocus
Hyperfocus is my greatest power. I fixed the room in a single breath. Put up wallpaper all over. No eating, no drinking, not even realizing I was tired.
By Sasha Desideri2 months ago in Fiction
The Toxin Settles In
It started with the snapper. A firm, red slab of flesh he’d filleted himself, its scent still whispering of seawater and blood. Ethan chewed slowly, savoring the richness of the meat, the heat of the pan still lingering in its fibers.
By Jesse L Shelley2 months ago in Fiction
Always Asleep
I was drunk when I decided to do it. Not tipsy, not philosophical — drunk . The kind of drunk that makes your hands itch and your morals go quiet. One fist clutched a bottle, the other gripped the shotgun. I stumbled down the block, boots clapping the pavement like punctuation marks.
By Jesse L Shelley2 months ago in Fiction
The Almighty Pigeon Cult: Wine, Soldiers, and Mocking Divine Omens for Laughs
He puffed out his chest and let out a strangled, drunken “Coo!” July, Anno DCCXXII Ab Urbe Condita (A.U.C.) — 31 BCE Beneath the waning Roman sun, three soldiers slumped against a rock wall, the amphora of cheap Falernian wine they shared rolling lazily between them. The air carried the faint tang of salt from the nearby sea, mingling with the earthy scent of dry grass.
By Jesse L Shelley2 months ago in Fiction
Deep Below the Gods
Beneath the Earth, Beneath Dignity The mines of Monte Ferrum were a labyrinth of misery, a place where sunlight was a stranger and hope suffocated beneath the weight of earth and stone. The laborers here were the Roman Empire’s refuse: freedmen too destitute to avoid conscription, petty criminals granted the dubious mercy of servitude, and gamblers who had wagered away their freedom. They dug with bleeding hands for iron, silver, and lead, their existence barely distinguishable from the beasts of burden above ground.
By Jesse L Shelley2 months ago in Fiction
The Amber Haunting
Lucius Cassius Flavus had always prided himself on two things. His stubborn greed and his ability to out-talk any barbarian chieftain . These traits had served him well from Gaul to Pannonia , and now, they had taken him farther than any sensible Roman should ever go. B eyond the northern border, deep into the frostbitten lands of Jutland .
By Jesse L Shelley2 months ago in Fiction
Ghost In The Wind
There is a stillness in the air that calls stirring more than just the wind That picture still hangs on the wall like a chill just beneath my skin
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Fiction
On The Castle Stairs
Introduction This is another wonderful image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here, that provided the inspiration for this story.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction
Now Boarding . Top Story - August 2026.
Despite Kelsey’s best efforts in the art of self restraint, all she thought about while standing in the boarding line was how divinely handsome he was. There was something about his chin as he looked out over the tarmac that said “I can cook a meal, pay the bills, and still nerd out over a video game, but in a way that’s cute and not smelly.”
By Matthew J. Fromm2 months ago in Fiction
Trapped in the Park
I don’t know how I managed to get locked in the Rec after dark. I must have fallen asleep on the bench when I stopped for a rest after my long walk back from Beckenham Place Park. Not as fit as I used to be, I was feeling a little weary and breathless and so sat down on the bench for five minutes to recover and must have just dropped off. You’d think the park keeper locking up would have noticed me sitting here asleep and given me a prod or something. He must have thought I was a rough sleeper planning to camp out for the night. Bloody cheek!
By Raymond G Taylor3 months ago in Fiction