Microfiction

The Garden of Second Chances
Maya wiped the sweat from her brow as she adjusted the atmospheric sensors within the biodome. Through the transparent panels, Cairo's restored skyline gleamed within the distance, its buildings wrapped in vertical gardens that helped cool the metropolis. At 42, she in no way thought she'd be managing one of the international's most formidable rewilding tasks, but right here she turned into, overseeing the recovery of a slice of the Sahara.
By K. B. 2 years ago in Fiction
Hard Winds Blow Where Gold Hunter’s Dreams Die
Dear Mr. Tarantino, After driving a thousand miles to my gold claim in Western Arizona I found my partner totally indoctrinated by your podcast. At this moment he’s cranked out on NoDoz en route to Hollywood to cash in on this “once in a lifetime opportunity” that’s been stuck in his skull since hearing your Feb 6th episode. That’s where he got the crazy idea that used VCR machine sales are about to skyrocket. “No more digging up this goddamned desert,” he told me on the phone. “I’ll knock the dust off some old Sony Super VHS HiFi Stereo Units and make a killing off geeks like Tarantino and that Avary character he hangs out with.”
By Miguel Lasala2 years ago in Fiction
Collegial Air
Vina Canner walked the streets of Newark, Delaware with a collegial air. She just ought to do so. She remained professor emeritus at seventy years old. Energy carried her aloft despite her ailing leg and the fact she still battled with asthma. A strange thing happened, when she looked up at people, they averted their gaze.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
The Poet in the Desert
The Poet wandered long through the desert of his discontent. He was nearly dying of thirst when he stumbled upon a trailer.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
363 Swingers
This swing set popular in Owensboro, Kentucky—with 5 swings. The playground being busy, there was never an empty seat. Quintets of children re-cycled, the asynchrony of the swing arcs keeping its solid wood feet firmly planted, complementing the prudent anchor bolts rooted into the dirt.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Starship Odyssey | Beyond the Stars
Story Line : The Odyssey, a state-of-the-art starship, has been tasked with exploring the farthest reaches of the galaxy. Their mission: To uncover the mysteries of unexplored planets, identify potential threats, and establish contact with alien civilizations. However, as the crew ventures further into the unknown, they begin to encounter strange anomalies that threaten not just their mission but their very lives.
By Rane Archer 2 years ago in Fiction
Final Case
Emmer is the head of the theft investigation department at a certain police station. In just a week, he is going to retire with honor. Unexpectedly, during this period, he encountered a series of thefts, with six pharmacies being robbed in three weeks! What's worse, up to now, he is still at a loss about this case.
By John Bruce2 years ago in Fiction
After
He's not long got home. The runners crunched over the snow. He welcomed the sharp, fresh smell of it. It meant home, and rest.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of the Midnight Equation . AI-Generated.
In the university mathematics department, Simon was always the shining star. Consistently excelling and conquering challenges with ease, he had grown accustomed to being at the top. But his brilliance also cultivated an air of arrogance; he began to view his peers as beneath him.
By Benhadja Abdallah2 years ago in Fiction
The Mission Part 7
Beta Team was still on their recon mission when they saw in the background in the city limits what looked like a fire brewing for the sky was bright red and no where close to sunset. They hot footed it down the street to check it out and to see if anyone was about or needed help. Beta Team thought that this could be it for them and the mission. They continued on their orders to do anything they thought was needed in any situation they came upon. Beta Team all of sudden stopped in their tracks and looked up...
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The Eastern Seaboard of America
Cell walls locked shut with an audible, heavy clang. That’s when they walked through the bars of different prisons in Delaware and exited right out of them on New Year’s Eve. They consisted of private equity owners, hedge fund managers, and other captains of industry.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
The Basement Caller
What lies beneath? - Michelle Liew ********************************************************************** Detective George Lee parked his unmarked police car outside the decrepit townhouse on Ash Avenue. Missing persons cases were like giving candy to a baby for him- he’d handled plenty of these in his fifteen years on the force.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Fiction