Microfiction

Raven's Flight
Allie panted, tree bark scraping her sharpened shoulder blades. Am I deep enough in the forest? How far is it to the road? Have they realised I'm gone yet? Please, no! Don't let them realise till morning…
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Too Late For White Flags
The last glimmer of light diminished in the sky above, on the eve of war. Thom and Gwen looked at each other for the last time, free from the blood, death and misery. The screech of devastating machines of their creation eviscerated the land ahead.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
258 Smarmy Smorzando
Smarmy Smorzando was a woman to be reckoned with. Her hair was dutifully coiffed daily just so recherché. Her clothes--always--were impeccably, fashionably, admirably haute. She was a bon vivant, vivisecting a ne'er-do-well of derring-do.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Cutting losses
The magician hurried along his row of spinning plates, caught the first one and swung around. His slick touch kept his show afloat, like a seal playing with fish. His audience was ecstatic.
By Judit Gabris2 years ago in Fiction
Diary of a slave. Content Warning.
It was a bright, cold day in April, and the clock was striking thirteen. Alex had entered the depths of the forest running after his dog Horus. The branches of the trees were so dense and thick that the sunlight was yearning to reach the ground. The silence all around, the soft blowing wind, and the darkness made the whole atmosphere mysterious. Suddenly, he heard the soft voice of his dog. "Horus, where are you?" he called out loudly and started walking in the direction of the voice. While walking, suddenly, Alex's foot landed on a soft surface, and he sank straight into the ground. The ground cracked and he fell into an underground chamber. This place is very strange - an old house, full of dust and dirt, and it seems as if it has been buried in this condition for years. It seems as if it has been buried under dust and dirt for centuries. Immediately after falling, Alex realized that he was in big trouble. There wasn't enough light, although a few rays of overhead light illuminated the room a little. "He had some minor injuries and was completely covered in mud. Then he heard the dog barking. "Ohh! Horus, my dear friend, you are here too!" he said, taking a sigh of relief. As soon as he stepped forward, his foot hit something solid. When he looked back, his heart stopped beating for some time, and he also felt a little scared. A human skeleton was lying in front of him, whose bones were tied with iron chains. Perhaps he was in the same condition till his death. Alex was still understanding that horrific scene when his eyes fell on an old rusted tin canister. He opened the lid of the canister, in which he found only a diary. Which was very old and in bad condition. Its pages had turned yellow and were torn from the corners. He cleaned the dust on the diary. And to read it, he turned the first page and started reading... "Your breaths do not matter, but every breath taken in freedom is precious. I have never experienced freedom, I am still yearning to enjoy a free breath. I am a slave whose desires, feelings, dreams, thoughts, and every heartbeat and every breath belong to someone else. I have no idea about my existence, who are my parents? I don't know. When did I come to this wretched house? I don't know. Although I heard Mr. Balthazar Thornwell say that "he bought me for $50 when I was only five years old." He also said that "the people who sold me to him included my mother. “ Balthazar Thornwell's tobacco and cotton fields are my world. And his many cattle are my companions. Cleaning the house regularly, disposing of the animals' excreta, and feeding them. And obeying Mrs. Thornwell's every order and listening to her stale abuses every day. This is my daily routine. Be it the bitter cold or the scorching heat, I have to work. If I make the slightest mistake, I am beaten with leather ropes until pieces of flesh fall off my back and the blood flows to give peace to that devil. Then I have to starve for many days. I have never tasted fresh food; I only get to eat stale food for many days and rotten fruits. I tried to escape from this hell many times. But I failed. When I made my last attempt to escape, I cried for the first time in my life. After that, they gouged out one of my eyes. This diary was also given to me on the condition that I stay hungry for three days. In which I can write those things of my heart. No one is here to listen. Alex turned the next page, tears flowing from his eyes soaking the pages of the diary….. I would like to recite just one small poem to you. "In my heart bound in chains Happiness still resides When the tragedy of my life began That day I was decorated From the slums, I traveled to the palaces The slums gave me life, the palaces took everything from me Only one wish is saving my existence Only one free breath, only one free breath Just one breath, only one"
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
How the Earth Would Be If Humans Never Evolved from Neanderthals
Neanderthals, an ancient human species that roamed Europe and parts of Asia for hundreds of thousands of years, disappeared around 40,000 years ago, with Homo sapiens (modern humans) becoming the dominant species. If Neanderthals had survived, or if modern humans had evolved directly from them rather than Homo sapiens, the world might be significantly different today. The disappearance of Neanderthals and the rise of Homo sapiens led to the shaping of modern civilization, but imagining a world where Neanderthals remained the dominant species raises intriguing questions about society, culture, and technological progress.
By Ishaya2 years ago in Fiction
Not an Amazon Ad
Dani was folded up in her computer chair, face alight with the glow from her monitor. Turning, she took her headphones off.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
They Murdered The Clown. Content Warning.
This was the plan. We wanted our leader to be seen as a real-life hero. So at the rally, we put him in Kevlar with blood sacs so that when he got hit, he would still be standing and he could raise his fist. Who wouldn't vote for a super man like that?
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
The Lake
Walking around the lake, I stumbled along the rocky shoreline. The large rocks made it very difficult to walk around the gorgeous lake. The fluffy, white clouds reflected in the lake, and I took the view all in. It was breathtaking. The ripples in the water made me want to take a swim. I hesitated on that thought though as I did not have my swim suit along with me. I inhaled deeply, the smell of the lake water and the fresh greenery was intoxicating. It was beautiful. I gazed at the scene before me and noticed the house on the shoreline.
By Chloe Unfiltered2 years ago in Fiction
Fading Echoes
Ella and Ryan's paths crossed in the most unexpected way—a mutual friend's social media post. From their first interaction, something clicked between them. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, brimming with laughter, shared dreams, and endless curiosity about each other's lives. What began as casual chatting soon became a daily ritual. Their days were filled with messages and calls, and their nights were spent lost in conversation, as Ryan sang her favorite songs and made promises of a future together.
By Binte Hussain 2 years ago in Fiction
257 — Remember Back in the Eighties?
Every day in the Eighties, now looking back at those years, was a lifetime of sheer joy. Before the world changed for the worse.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Reluctant Psychic
"You do realise that this is all bogus, don't you? She's a charlatan, preying on your unresolved grief, purloining silver from your purse and placing cotton wool words around your heart, telling you what she thinks you want to hear. You're all fools! If I were you, I wouldn't spend a minute longer here. Go and live, for Heaven's sake!"
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction