Microfiction

The Price of Silence
"You'll find that I'm quite generous," the mermaid said, her voice like bubbles breaking on the surface. "Three gifts, freely given."
By Kaleem Ullah Barki2 years ago in Fiction
Selfless Mind
"Send: final checkup list." That request was easy to fulfill, although it caused a not-so-small beep inside the analytical algorithm, given how many times the same subject was included on an email before. She was curious about it - or whatever the equivalent was within her processing methods - but sent the reply without delays.
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Fiction
The Experiment. Top Story - April 2025.
Dr. Climen had been missing for the last two weeks, Climen had no family. So no one cared for him, he was a brilliant scientist Awarded at a national level, who made many strange and incredible inventions. So when he did not appear anywhere for two weeks, the police of the city started searching for him. She first knocks in Climen's lab, but there is no one; he does not keep anyone with him, so he has no assistant. Everything was normal in his lab. The police did not see anything treaty there. Instead, there were many flowering plants. Dr. Climen was probably very much fond of flowers plants, "an officer told his Senior. Senior officer Jon Stalking agreed, maybe these plants are part of any of his experience? We should check their entire lab." The entire lab was scrutinized, but the police did not find anything there. One more week passed, and Dr. Climen was still missing; the police estimated that perhaps they had gone out of the country to spend holidays, as Climen often did so; by then, his lab was sealed, and the case was closed. But the next day, a person who was passing through Climen's lab saw a red fluid from the back wall of the lab; he immediately informed the police, and when the police reached there, they examined the red fluid, and the result was that it was blood. Forensic report confirmed. The wall was immediately broken, and only a rose plant was found there, from which blood was flowing very slowly. Police officers were surprised to see this, they saw this for the first time in their lives. But there was also a letter; Jon Stalking started reading that letter.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
Not As Faithful
The sulfuric smells were overpowering. Large groups of people huddled around a single spot. Aside from the occasional gurgle, the day was perfect. The sky above was the color of purest azure. People did murmur. There were some children who yanked on their mommy's or daddy's sleeve. All impatient over the big proclaimed miracle that occurred on time every day since God knows when. Standing on the platform far enough away, I too was just as impatient. When it did happen, it wasn't as marvelous as everyone proclaimed. As a young preteen, I turned up my nose. "Old Fateful isn't that big! I didn't even get wet!"
By Crystal Neal2 years ago in Fiction
Fleeing Fate
Brown, his eyes were the color of mud. There was nothing special about them. They lightened considerably when he came in contact with his daemon kin. They almost glowed, but with the color of melted chocolate. It was like a shock to his system. His hand was not singed from the flames that covered the animal's body. His fingers felt tingly after he had been thrown back hard enough to land on top of Shadow. He used his hands to pull himself upright. As he did he used the wolf's body as leverage without thinking. There wasn't too much time to marvel at what occurred. Ryan heard Agnes screaming outside of the cabin. He had not planned to be tossed through a wall. It caused his body to ache all over. "We better get moving!" His companion warned him. "Come on, Ryan, move faster!"
By Crystal Neal2 years ago in Fiction
Tender. Content Warning.
Note to editors: The site wouldn't let me publish this story to the "fiction" community unless it was six hundred words. The story portion of this was five hundred words exactly when I typed it into vocal. For some reason it was four hundred and seventy three words when I pasted it into "Microsoft word". I decided to go with five hundred according to vocals count. I am very sorry for this side note but I couldn't get it to even go through to be reviewed without making it at least six hundred words and I hope this doesn't disqualify this story.
By Raine Fielder2 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Writer
Over my dead body would I stay here again Date of travel: 29 October – 1 November 2024 I’ll cut to the chase – your house isn’t haunted. Yes, it sent shivers down my spine, but I’ll attribute that to the woefully inadequate central heating system rather than any ghostly goings-on. I still can’t believe I let myself be tricked – hoodwinked by your website listing. I’m so furious, I’m spitting literal feathers.
By Ramim Akondo2 years ago in Fiction
A Mother’s Suggestion
I thought I was prepared, but until your seventeen-year-old kid, all six feet two of him, walks in, covered in someone’s blood, you don’t know. At first, you’re just grateful it’s not his, having examined him head to toe for any scratches or wounds, any parting gifts other than the quickly drying blood. I looked for that joyful light in Mike’s eyes, the one that kept me fighting all these years. Dull, like someone had covered it up. Shoulders hunched and skin stained brown, he seemed more like a rusted-out car on the side of the road, abandoned. But I’d never do that.
By Ramim Akondo2 years ago in Fiction
Good Boy
Big Friend! Kit’s growl rattled in my mind. “What?” I asked aloud, stirring from my nap. Kit? I focused on the thread tethering our minds. Pack-Speak.
By JP Harris2 years ago in Fiction
Amiya and Mink
The sound of glass shattering as it hit the floor filled the entire house. It was her mother’s favorite vase. It didn’t cost much. Its value was all sentimental. Still, right away, she knew she was in trouble. Even before her mother screamed out her name.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
Symptoms
Let us look at the symptoms: Head like a Jabulani after the 2010 World Cup? Check. Constant runs to the bathroom to solve the bladder problem? Check.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Pitter-Patter
My Hate List: - My ugliest feet - Dad - the sound of the rain - running - climbing - shout (to and to receive one) - to be left alone
By Jui Han2 years ago in Fiction