Microfiction

The Last Freeman
**Title: The Last Freeman** In the stubborn heart of a worn-out town called Greyvale, nestled between rolling hills and decaying factories, lived a man known only as Freeman. He was a relic of a bygone era—a time when men and women were defined not by their jobs or possessions, but by their spirit, honor, and the freedom they fought to preserve.
By obadiah2 years ago in Fiction
Charm Against An Egg Boat. Top Story - April 2025.
Update: I am privileged to have had this piece accepted by The Gothic Gazette which has given me a massive boost as I have been feeling flat about my writing … to Charm Against an Egg Boat is one of my first pieces of flash fiction responding to traditional rhymes. It was published in Pagans of the North March 2024 edition https://www.pagansofthenorth.co.uk/magazine. I am submitting monthly to this online magazine and have popped my piece Ring O' Roses that was in the April Edition underneath Charm. The wee cartoon of the witch in her egg boat was drawn my partner Mick Smith.
By Alyson Smith 2 years ago in Fiction
I Wish...
- Me: "She just died in my arms, and there was nothing I could do to alleviate her from the afflictions that this kind of illness spews.
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Fiction
Lamia. Top Story - April 2025. Content Warning.
“She’s the first?” Mona asked the Doctor. “She is,” Dr. Brody nodded with a smile. “And it’s safe?” Mona asked, wringing her hands together. Judith Brody M.D. had dreamed of this day since she was a child. Finally, something good could come from her obsession. The obsession she’d had ever since that monster had destroyed her family and had nearly taken her life.
By Raine Fielder2 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Fight of Good vs Evil
Two little girls were sitting on a roof of a three-story building, busy with a competition for target practice. They were throwing eggs at the pedestrians on the street.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Goodbye Beneath the Lights
The engine hummed as my fingers grazed the cool leather of the steering wheel. With a steady breath, I pressed the button, and the window slid down, allowing the night air to creep in. I turned my head one last time, my gaze locking onto faces I had known for a lifetime—faces I would soon become nothing more than a memory to.
By arafat chowdhury2 years ago in Fiction
The Chronos Engine Requiem Part-7
As Elara fell, her body twisting under the raw force of the Chronos Engine, there was an impression of something done. The power she'd unleashed trembled in the room, a maelstrom of energy that was eager to tear everything apart. The engine itself groaned, its center pounding in serrated rhythm, as if it felt the work of the destruction being brought about.
By Subha2 years ago in Fiction
Convenience. Content Warning.
Every home had a Freddi. They were a gimmick at first, an electronic device that you could ask questions of and it would sometimes give you a helpful answer.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Dreamed of Gold
Lena wiped the sweat from her brow, her small hands trembling as she scrubbed the last of the dishes. The kitchen was cramped, the air thick with the smell of grease and boiled cabbage. Through the thin walls, she could hear her father coughing—a deep, rattling sound that made her chest ache.
By Patrícia Prado2 years ago in Fiction
Poison King
He was in love with poisoning himself. First it was too much juice, enough to make him puke all across his grandmother's paisley rug. It was a family heirloom or something like that. She sat him down and told him the story so he would at least hold the memories of what he ruined except he was buzzing so hard with the urge to puke again that he remembered nothing other than the unshed tears in her eyes.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
Watching. Content Warning.
He stands on the top of the cliff. Here used to be safe but it is crumbling and the cliff is moving closer to the houses. One day they will be wreckage at the bottom of this promontory.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Dying Wish
Rajan was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes were dark. The doctor had said, "Just a few days...". He called his son Rahul and handed him an old diary and said, "This has details of all my property... but read the last page only when I am gone."
By Bishnu Kumar 2 years ago in Fiction