Microfiction
I fell for a man who makes my nose bleed
I first saw him when I was boarding the plane. He stood out in the middle of a packed airport. Bright red, traffic-light hair, pale skin, and uneven freckles speckling his cheeks. Long trench coat thrown over a tee and shorts. Head buried in a dog-eared copy of Dracula. I saw him again on the plane.
By Muhammad Sabeel5 months ago in Fiction
The Day the Internet Predicted Everyone's Death
A Normal Morning The morning began like any other. People woke up, checked their phones, scrolled through social media, and prepared for work or school. Nothing seemed unusual until a strange website appeared online. Nobody knew who created it or how it had suddenly become accessible in every country at the exact same time. The site's design was incredibly simple. Visitors saw only a search bar and a single instruction: Enter your name to discover the exact date and time of your death. Most people assumed it was another internet hoax designed to attract attention. Within hours, millions of curious users began entering their names.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
Limericked
Introduction We survived the plague of haiku, but only just. It seemed everyone was affected, and haiku were everywhere. Still, with careful action, society seemed to be returning to normal, or that seemed to be until rumours were heard of a new deadly addictive drug.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Fiction
The Cartography of Deception
The first lie I ever told appeared on my left wrist the night I turned sixteen. It was small, just four words in a font so delicate it looked like a vein had risen to the surface: "I'm fine, thank you." I'd said it to my grandmother that morning, brushing off her concern about the bruise on my collarbone. The bruise was from a boy at school. The lie was from survival.
By Muhammad Sabeel5 months ago in Fiction
Unwelcome To Earth
Where they came from was a total mystery. She didn’t know their names. She didn’t know if they were male or female, or if they were something in-between. Their luminous bodies shifted in color as they shimmered under the light of the moon. All she knew was that they were different. They were other-worldly, and she was completely captivated.
By Mama Magdalene5 months ago in Fiction
Save a Dance for Me?
Would he really say yes? Would he mind going with a guy? Next Friday is the Junior High formal dance and I really want to go. I've been doing my homework and getting the best grades I can. I even do all of my chores the minute I get home, and I do my best to help my mom out. That was the deal we made. I show I can be responsible, and she will let me go to the formal.
By Cheyenne Lance5 months ago in Fiction
