Microfiction
The Forgotten City of Eldora:
Introduction: The Mysterious City Hidden for Centuries In a remote part of the world, beyond towering mountains and thick forests, lies the forgotten city of Eldora. Long buried under the sands of time, Eldora was a place of wonder, brimming with ancient magic and forgotten knowledge. Legends say it vanished without a trace, leaving behind only whispers of its existence. For centuries, scholars searched for clues to its whereabouts, but none were successful—until a brave young explorer named Aria stumbled upon an ancient map that would change everything.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєร2 years ago in Fiction
Friday's Child
Even the sweetest tempered dog will bite if you back her into a corner. Poke, nip and tease long enough. Fail to show any respect. Take advantage of her good nature, and take her loyalty for granted... and she'll show her teeth. When that happens, don't blame the dog.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Truth - Out. Content Warning.
Luke searches Matt's face. "He pushed her," Luke states, blankly. Matt can't hold Luke's steady gaze. He just nods, his mind presenting him with a flashed moment of Mark's angry face as he lunged at Laney, and as if in slow motion, Laney's surprise as she tipped off balance, not prepared for the force of Mark's contact, and her subsequent fall.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Room for two
There was only one rule in my Mama’s house: do NOT open the door. Mama let me wander all around the house otherwise. I could watch anything on TV, I could play in any room I wanted, have any snack I preferred, I just couldn’t open that heavy metal door.
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Fiction
Hellraiser: Pathway
There was only one rule: “don’t open the door.” But this door wasn’t the traditional door. It was a metaphorical door, a pathway. This door was called the Lament Configuration, a pathway to a forbidden world of pleasure and pain alike. Legend has it if you open this door you enter a world from which there is no returning. This is why the golden rule for anyone who didn’t seek an eternity of suffering was don’t open this door, because if you did there was no coming back.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
Mark. Content Warning.
It was made up of peaks and troughs, his life. But mainly troughs. Like the ones used to feed pigs: messy; giving off a stink. He wondered what it would have been like if he'd been born to someone else, but then, he supposed then he wouldn't be him. Mark wasn't a deep thinker but he recognised thinking about what could have been didn't do any good.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
291 The Evil Schirff Twins' Show-n'-Tell
Their teacher was "Ol' Lady Thompson"' because the children named everything. They referred to the principal as "Dodgy" Rodriquez. The cafeteria workers were the "Vomiteers." So it was no wonder that they called the twin Schirff children, Tré and Terrez, a boy and girl, the "Evil Schirff Twins."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Old Note and The Sea
It was one of those days. In my little boat with the sea air filling my lungs. I was at peace. Wait, no. I’d been in the stuffy, suffocating office for hours. Pointless meetings about pointless stats and memos about “office supplies misuse”. Who’d be a stickler for staples and paper clips? Oh, I know. Moron Alan. Yes, Moron Alan capitalised for emphasis. The guy needs a life. But then. So do I. Since mother died after a long, soul-destroying battle with dementia, life felt heavy.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
