Microfiction

Teenage Hormones
I'll never understand how he doesn't see his own beauty. I can see him, Cory, just across the hall. He always sits alone at the back table, tucked away from view of the world. He's wearing his usual purple hoodie and bleach-washed joggers. He pretends to read manga at the table, but I can still see his eyes. His gorgeous green eyes. He flutters over his surroundings, watching everyone pass by. He probably hopes nobody will bother him. I can understand why.
By Cheyenne Lance5 months ago in Fiction
The Guns Of May. Top Story - June 2026.
Thunder rolled in stark contrast to the deep blue sky above with its gently billowing clouds. Hirschel knew instinctively it was not thunder, but he did not know what else to describe the cannons drumming their tattoo beyond the horizon, so close and yet still so very far away.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in Fiction
She Was Loyal
She Was Loyal to The End Though her work found its widest audience after her death, those who knew Hannah would tell you that her greatest achievement was never her writing.
By H J Myers5 months ago in Fiction
Make Sure to Trim First
He tried to be funny, tried to breathe through it. But the situation would be uncomfortable no matter how one went about it. Butt waxing was a distinctive experience. And while everyone had their reasons for it, it didn’t make him feel any better. So obviously he overcompensated by trying to be “outgoing” and “funny”.
By Oneg In The Arctic5 months ago in Fiction
She was the grandmother no one invited
VOICE OVER IS ON SUBSTACK & SPOTIFY for those who want to listen. Scroll past these for written content. I wrote this, edited, worked on this for 12 hours.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Fiction
An algorithms last prayer . AI-Generated.
The sky was no longer blue. A dull amber glow hung like a dying bulb over the ruined skyline of Old Chicago. Concrete husks of skyscrapers jutted from the earth like shattered teeth, their glass eyes long since gouged out by fire, wind, and war. The streets below were veined with rust and silence, the echoes of humanity scattered to ash.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Fiction
Diddles the Cat
Once upon a time there was a little lioness sitting on a bridge just staring at the river. Why was she staring at the river?
By Mark Graham5 months ago in Fiction
Café Chocolat
One sunny morning during my autumn stay in Paris, I came across a pink-and-white café that looked straight out of a magical world.
By Susan Fourtané 5 months ago in Fiction
Trump's Legacy
Trump died. Two years later, he gets permission to go back to Earth for one hour. He goes into a NYC diner, orders a burger, and asks the server how things are going for America.
By Lana V Lynx5 months ago in Fiction
The New World. Top Story - May 2026.
Feeling nothing. Not a thing in the world. This is where it starts. You feel absolutely nothing, like being in a dark sensory deprivation tank. But it's like a switch has flipped, and suddenly you're back on.
By Belle5 months ago in Fiction
True Story
It was not aliens. I know saying that first does me no favours. But once a man says aliens, the story is over. People stop listening to the parts that are true. They stop asking what season it was, what the house smelled like, what the dog did, whether the porch light was on, whether there was a June bug dead in the glass or still alive, knocking itself stupid against the bulb.
By Patrick Gadoury5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Drive
The father gripped the steering wheel with both hands as the highway stretched ahead. Rain tapped steadily against the windshield. In the passenger seat his son sat quietly staring out at the blurred fields. This was the final drive they would take together for a long time. Tomorrow the son would board a plane for basic training.
By Justin Buzzard5 months ago in Fiction