Microfiction

Can AI Dummy Down the Constitution?
What if the Constitution had been written by AI; or dumbed down into simple language? We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.
By Andrea Corwin 3 months ago in Fiction
Trails
I am standing in a forest, lost. I wandered in sure that I could trust my sense of direction, amazed by the trees with their tail, straight branchless trunks, mushrooming out to create a green canopy blocking out the blue sky and the sun.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Fiction
Don't Lose Your Cool
It was happening. They warned us that it was coming a few months ago. I’m not sure if most people believed them or not, but I’m sure they believe them now. Back in March, it was predicted that this was going to be a very hot summer. Last week, it was forecast that today would be the hottest day on record. And now it was here.
By David E. Perry3 months ago in Fiction
The Ghost of the River
She admired the photo but didn’t quite believe it. She recognised the skyline, with its bright lights and piercing peaks. The reflection of those lights on the river below took her breath away, but it wasn’t familiar.
By Sarah Tinney3 months ago in Fiction
Sleight of Hand: Impermanence and The Illusion Between Us
Impermanence and The Illusion Between Us Why do they say all is impermanent? There is a misconception within this. To say, all is impermanent , is already to make a conclusion. To say this understanding is true is then to make the understanding permanent. So already there is something strange about the statement itself.
By Chase McQuade3 months ago in Fiction
The Woman in the Mirror. AI-Generated.
The bathroom mirror was old, its silver backing flaking away at the edges like rust on a forgotten gate. Every evening at 10:00 PM, after the house grew quiet and the city traffic outside faded into a distant hum, I stood before it to wash away the day.
By M.Fiaz3 months ago in Fiction
Changes
The old bandstand held so many memories for me. It took pride of place in the Recreation Ground at Beckenham, where I grew up in the 1960s. Not much happened in this otherwise sleepy suburban town to the south-east of London. But I can never forget the time in 1969 when a free pop concert was organized by a ragtag bunch of musicians from the area, including my friend Lenny. He’d been talking about it in the Rat & Parrot for weeks.
By Raymond G Taylor3 months ago in Fiction
Eclipse
Introduction An appropriate image from Steampunk Stuff here The music is "Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden" Eclipse The Aetherwind was on its first flight since the refit. All the power was not taken directly from solar panneling on the balloon body, and it was so efficient it could also run on moonlight and starlight.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Fiction
The Second Chance. AI-Generated.
The train station platform at 7:00 PM was cold, slick with rain, and bathed in the yellow glare of hummed overhead lights. I pulled my wet coat tight around my shoulders, watching the tracks stretch into the dark fog. I was thirty-eight years old, exhausted, and carrying a briefcase filled with documents for a life I didn't particularly care about anymore.
By M.Fiaz3 months ago in Fiction
A Tribute to Star Wars: A Jedi Holocron
On Movement, Moral Discovery, Liberty, and the Living Force Power says: Look what I can do. The moral asks: What did I have to become so that I would never need to do it?
By Chase McQuade3 months ago in Fiction
Before the Rain. AI-Generated.
The air always changes right before the rain begins. The wind slows down, the leaves on the big oak tree turn their undersides to the sky, and the sharp scent of damp soil fills the porch. It is a quiet , heavy moment where the whole world seems to hold its breath.
By M.Fiaz3 months ago in Fiction
One Last Letter. AI-Generated.
The yellowed envelope sat at the bottom of my metal mailbox, tucked beneath a utility bill and a colorful grocery flyer. My name and address were written across the front in dark blue ink. The handwriting was unmistakable—slanted, sharp, and unmistakably David’s.
By M.Fiaz3 months ago in Fiction