Microfiction
The Last Human Hour: A Viral Story About AI Companionship, Digital Isolation, and the Power of Human Connection
Story About AI Companionship, Digital Isolation, and the Power of Human Connection "In a world where digital companions have become our closest confidants, one woman's story challenges our understanding of genuine connection."
By Ian Mark Ganut2 years ago in Fiction
The pieces of a broken promise.
Once while I was gathering the pieces of a broken promise, I heard one of the pieces whispered to the rest and said: "Every piece of broken promise is a mirror of a broken heart. For sure, we're the reflection of this man hurt."
By VoiceOfAnOutlier2 years ago in Fiction
Part 3: A Folkloric Social Story - In the Markets and Corners: Hassan the Snake Charmer and Incense Carrier
Hassan the Gypsy, my incense seller. We begin a new journey and adventure from Hassan's tales. Hassan is shaped like a snake charmer, working as a magician and a spiritual guide, extracting scorpions and snakes from the most difficult places. He is an incense seller, roaming the streets, cafes, and shops, spreading the scent of his incense everywhere. One day, he even managed to reach the ports, ships, and even took to the air. Hassan the charmer, holding his stick and his white turban, with his basket of palm fronds hanging on his shoulder. The secret within it is filled with snakes, and his words have no end—beautiful words that could make a tale.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Timepiece: A Journey Through Time and Choices
In a quaint village surrounded through misty mountains, a younger clockmaker named Elias stumbled upon a weird timepiece in his grandfather’s attic. It become not like any clock he had ever seen—golden gears glimmered with a faint, airy glow, and its fingers moved inconsistently, defying the legal guidelines of time.
By Tamer saleh2 years ago in Fiction
THE LAST SPARK
Marlene's hands trembled as she touched the small locket around her neck, a ritual that had become as natural as breathing through her filtration mask. Inside, a curl of her father's gray hair lay pressed against a faded photo—the last Christmas before everything went wrong. She could still smell the pine needles from their contraband tree, and could still hear her father's laugh as he handed her the tiny silver locket. "Something to keep your memories close," he'd said, not knowing how precious memories would soon become.
By Ian Mark Ganut2 years ago in Fiction
Ending the Cycle. Content Warning.
For Rachel Farrell, it was an arduous journey. The evidence was all over her, as all she had on her person was blood, which wasn't hers. Other than that, Rachel was naked as the day is long, but despite the snowy climate, the shivers were minimal. Rachel wasn't focused on the low temperature as she staggered back to her house. The only thing on her mind was that it was over.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
