Microfiction
The Hidden Heartbeat
A cool draft slithers its way down Damien's spine though sweat runs between his aching shoulder blades. He shifts uncomfortably as he crouches below an air vent. Why must the damn air conditioning be on full blast at the end of September, especially when the place is empty?
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Fiction
Hollow and dead
I first noticed her because of her hair — sunset red and wild, like a flame that forgot it was ever meant to burn out. She sat on the edge of the fountain in the square, feeding crumbs to birds with chipped fingernails. But I could see her eyes. Sad, hollow, dead, like someone crying in dreams she never remembered.
By F.R. Gautvik2 years ago in Fiction
Hourglass
He didn’t know whether to stay in or go out. Outside did not look good, it was like a dark rain, but he couldn’t be bothered to go to the window. He had a cup of tea and the television was on, full of infotainment and infoverts, which was enough to keep his braid occupied.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
No Witnesses. Runner-Up in 500 Word Shockwave Challenge.
No witnesses. That was the key. It’s tough enough to get away with murdering someone you know. But killing someone you’re married to is guaranteed to put you in the frame - especially if an unaccounted-for witness sees the killing.
By Pitt Griffin2 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Weavers. Runner-Up in 500 Word Shockwave Challenge. Top Story - April 2025.
It was summer when the snow fell. I was only 8. I'd never seen snow before, except in videos and online. But from my bedroom window, I saw a white dusting. No, heavier than a dusting... A blanket, like linen laid across the yard and into the fields beyond the fence.
By Addison Alder2 years ago in Fiction
A Shadow's Grip
You hear it, don’t you? The voice outside of reason. The voice emanating from the corner where nothing should be. You decide to check it out. Unsurprisingly, your reasoning is correct. Nothing waits for you in the shadows, but the voice is still there. Taunting you.
By Josh Ripperger2 years ago in Fiction
The Pull of The Glowing Red
From her bedroom window, the night sky, a watercolor painted by nature, dazzled her eyes as Rena drifted off to sleep She awoke, from her point of view, almost immediately in a strange yet familiar place. As a cloud drifted towards her, shrouding her in its cotton-candy, white majesty, she noted the moon was closer than it was before she closed her heavy eyelids.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Lake of Blood: A Warrior’s Final Reckoning
The world above had long since forgotten the deep, uncharted caverns that lay beneath. A place where light dared not tread, and where the echoes of the past whispered like ghosts among the jagged stones. It was a realm where no living soul ventured, for fear of what might emerge from the shadows. Yet, in the darkest reaches of the earth, a figure stirred.
By Abdul Wahab2 years ago in Fiction
Where Promises Wait
Mira sat on the same weathered bench under the orange tree in the town square at precisely 4:30 PM every day. She melted into the rhythm of the place, part mystery, part scenery, wrapped in a fraying gray shawl and her cane resting next to her like an old friend.
By The Waiting Tree2 years ago in Fiction
