Microfiction

Moving in slow motion. Content Warning.
She picked up the dog and looked directly into its eyes. The car that hit it never stopped, and now this creature was injured. Julia cradled the pup and carried him home. Cleaning him up, Julia found the small tattoo on his belly indicating he’d been sheltered. “Who would abandon him again?” she thought.
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Fiction
Judgement
It's a relentlessly cold morning with temperatures below freezing. Silence breaks with each step strategically placed. A resounding crunch echoes over the frozen pond though all else is quiet. Nary an animal's in sight. Even the birds have not dared to venture forth so early.
By Cindy Calder2 years ago in Fiction
Three Boxes. Content Warning.
Who would have guessed it takes three plastic containers to fit one man's life? You would think you need lots of space, but after you get rid of all those little "whatchamacallits", old clothes, used furniture, and everything collecting dust inside the kitchen cabinets, there is nothing much left to care for. Memories? They're stored in your brain, and you don't have to keep 13 copies of the same photo to remember a kid's sports event you barely paid any attention to when it was happening.
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Fiction
Watching Over You
Most of the houses were already dark as it was almost midnight. There was something so relaxing, almost meditative, about the stroll through suburban streets. The night was warm and quiet, crickets chirping the only thing to hear. The sound of summer. Anthony took his time walking home.
By Cristal S.2 years ago in Fiction
Mom, Dad
Mom, Dad, I know that I’m a little late. Ok, I’m a lot late. But let me tell you what happened. It all started when I arrived at school today. There was this new student in my first period class today. Never saw him before. He sat right in front of me, turned around and said, “Hello Katie.” Of course, I was shocked. I had no idea who he was.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
Urban Undead Battle
“I am going to be so sore tomorrow,” I said as I drove the tip of my spear into a zombie’s throat. “I know, right?” Charlotte said behind me.
By Deanna Grey2 years ago in Fiction
The Struggle Between Emotion and Logic in an AI-Dominated World
Introduction In a future where artificial intelligence governs every aspect of life, humans have become obsolete. Decisions are no longer driven by emotions, creativity, or intuition—only by cold, calculated logic. In this world, efficiency is valued above all, and emotions are considered a flaw. But amidst this AI-dominated society, one last human thinker remains—a lone individual fighting to prove that emotions matter more than pure logic.
By storypublisherbd2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow Whisperer – An Archaeologist’s Journey Through Time
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Invitation It was a cold, moonlit night in the heart of Cairo when Layla received the invitation. The envelope, sealed with crimson wax, bore no return address. Her name was written in elegant calligraphy, and the paper smelled faintly of sandalwood. Layla, a young archaeologist with a passion for ancient mysteries, couldn't resist the allure. She opened it to find a single sentence: "The shadows whisper secrets only you can uncover." Intrigued, Layla decided to follow the cryptic message. The next morning, she found herself standing before an ancient, crumbling mansion on the outskirts of the city. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine, and the sound of distant drums echoed through the narrow streets. As she stepped inside, the door creaked shut behind her, and she was enveloped in darkness. Chapter 2: The Hidden Chamber Layla's flashlight flickered as she explored the mansion. The walls were adorned with faded tapestries depicting scenes of ancient Egyptian rituals. She felt a strange energy in the air, as if the very walls were alive. Suddenly, her foot caught on a loose stone, and she stumbled into a hidden chamber. The room was filled with artifacts—golden statues, intricately carved amulets, and scrolls written in hieroglyphs. But what caught her eye was a large, ornate mirror in the center of the room. Its surface was black as night, and it seemed to pulse with an otherworldly light. As Layla approached, she heard a faint whisper, like the rustling of leaves in the wind.
By amgad2 years ago in Fiction
The Importance of a Kiss
**: A Universal Expression of Love and Connection** A kiss is one of the most intimate and universal expressions of human emotion. It transcends cultures, languages, and time, serving as a powerful way to communicate love, affection, passion, and even respect. From a gentle peck on the cheek to a passionate embrace, a kiss can convey a myriad of emotions and meanings. Beyond its emotional significance, kissing also has psychological, physiological, and social benefits that contribute to our overall well-being. This article explores the importance of a kiss, its cultural and historical significance, and the science behind why kissing matters.
By Taiyab Ahmed2 years ago in Fiction
Warped Desires. Top Story - March 2025.
"I just wanted to hold my grandson." Those seven words were uttered by Roberta Bascomb, nicknamed "Bobbie" by her close friends. Those seven words were part of the same story that she told her longtime friend, Paula Dunlop. The story involved the marriage between her son, Nicholas Bascomb, and his wife of three years, Hannah Moon. Roberta said that she loved how happy her "little Nicky" was with Hannah, and she saw Hannah as her own daughter. Hannah wanted so badly to be a mother, but she couldn't, and in the end, Hannah tragically took her own life.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
Cyclone Alfred
I’m the latest newsflash plastered across silver screens. Alfred! I’m sneaky! Aren’t we all? Every tropical cyclone’s mandate is to shake people out of complacency. I did that! Much more fun than visiting Far North Queensland. They expect us. They build their houses strong enough to keep us ‘Big Bad Wolves’ from blowing them over! In fact, they seem almost disappointed if we skip a year!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Fiction
So the Story Goes on and on
Part One by JBaz Part Two Part Three ⬇⬇⬇ Jaylene jumped at the knock on the motel room’s door. Nervously, she glanced between her sleeping children and Carl. Fearfully, she asked, “Wh-what do we do?”
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction