Microfiction

March
It’s the perfect evening to take a stroll through our lazy coastal neighborhood. As we saunter down the road toward the ocean, the sound of music flies through the air to greet our ears. It’s faint but lively - irresistible. The instruments guide us, and just a few blocks away we spot a group of people dancing salsa on a landing beside the sea.
By DLC2 years ago in Fiction
January
Crystal in the moonlight forms as ripples cascade from the center of the clear lake where I submerge myself, my hair glistening with the reflection of stars. The water is cool and quaint, and the air silent other than the crickets' conversations in the bushes. You watch me as I disappear, and giggle as I splash my feet to make the water dance along with me. Your eyes reflect me with a love and care that I can't see through my own. It’s gentle in the water here. You join me and we circle around, gliding across each other's forms, creating thin, clear trails of crystal in the moonlight.
By DLC2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Abyss
In a small, forgotten village shrouded in perpetual mist, there existed an ancient legend whispered among the townsfolk. They spoke of a forbidden ritual that could grant unimaginable power, but at a grave cost. The tale began with a desperate man named Alaric, who sought revenge against those who wronged him. Consumed by hatred, he ventured into the heart of the forest where the shadows thickened, and the air grew heavy with despair.
By Barine kabari 2 years ago in Fiction
How To Build Utopia . Second Place in 500 Word Shockwave Challenge.
Khaira stood at the cliff’s edge, looking out over the world she’d wrought, and proclaimed it was good. Not since the apple had a human being seen such a Utopia. A thousand times the great Generals had claimed peace amongst the nations was impossible. Too many profited from the Great War of Attrition (not them of course). The engines of industry and strife, oiled and maintained by so many of the same companies with the same shareholders, had finally run out of fuel in the new world she had created. Now, she could hear peace being screamed by a chaotic rainbow amongst the trees behind her. Birds whose songs would not be cut short by bombs. In that same forest, deer leaped through beams of light and the underbrush to escape the drooling mouths of hungry wolves. The deer’s flesh may be stripped from their bones to feed the pack, or the wolves might waste away if they fail. All as nature intended. Neither would be torn apart by shrapnel guns, their rotting flesh left to feed the nightmares that kept Khaira up as a child. After years of effort, her dream that all those vile weapons be laid down for good was realized.
By Sean A.2 years ago in Fiction
Wheels of Doubt: Confessions of a Pizza Delivery Man
The night felt thick, layered with humidity and something heavier—a guilt that seeped into every breath Marcus took. The pizzeria lights dimmed behind him as he stepped outside, balancing cardboard boxes that felt heavier tonight than they ever had before. It wasn't the cheese, the crust, or the toppings; it was the weight of memory.
By Rukka Nova2 years ago in Fiction
Dorm 9
It started with the bang. A crack like splitting wood echoed through the night. My eyes flew open. Pitch black. I sat up, heart thudding. The power was out—no glow from the hallway, no blinking charger light, just an all-consuming, suffocating darkness. I reached out for my phone and flicked on the flashlight. Cold blue light flooded my cramped dorm room.
By Kyle William2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow in the corner
The old house creaked and groaned, each sigh of the wind a whisper of forgotten secrets. Sarah, huddled beneath a threadbare blanket, felt the cold seep into her bones. It wasn't the chill of the night that frightened her, but the darkness that clung to the room like a shroud. In the corner, a shadow danced, a grotesque silhouette that stretched and twisted, its shape constantly shifting.
By Barine kabari 2 years ago in Fiction
carving memories. Top Story - April 2025.
Mama called Lassie Boy and me her second litter. Seven years separated him and the next youngest, and another three years after I was born, the last of five.
By John Cox2 years ago in Fiction
The Righteous and the Wicked.
Dotting her warped vision were tiny lights spackled across a blackened canvas — constellations representing fading memories in a mind held captive by the mind itself.
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
The First Rule in Baseball. Top Story - November 2023.
I hurl the ball down the middle before the batter is even settled. “Strike!” the umpire calls. The kid steps back and looks at his coach, who nods to him and claps supportively.
By B.A. Durham2 years ago in Fiction
Lumina
The hum of the GeneSculpting room, tiny nanites weaving perfect DNA in the artificial womb. Anya stared at the screen at the flawless azure helix, her daughter's genome, no deviation, no imperfection. A perfect child, guaranteed. Yet, a coldness settled in her chest, an echo of sameness. “Was this perfection?” she wondered, a forbidden thought in a society that worshipped genetic purity. Grandma Elara's stories whispered of children with freckled skin and diverse apperances, seemed relics of a barbaric age, but a longing stirred.
By Tracy Stine2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of my past “continued ”. Content Warning.
The night everything changed, I was in the kitchen when I heard it. A struggle, muffled voices. I rushed toward the sound, my heart pounding. By the time I got to the living room, it was too late.
By Shewrites2 years ago in Fiction