Microfiction

There Comes a Time. Top Story - September 2024.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. It was subtle and most would not have noticed, other than to think they heard wrong, or it was a mistake. For us, it was the sound none of us wished to hear, but we were ready to do what had to be done, no matter the consequences. The secret signal rang clear, thirteen chimes, sending the message that 'the talks failed'.
By JBaz2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 4: Friend or Foe?
Maybe he could make you happier than I ever could,” It started with a message that caught me off guard. Vikram, the "brotherly friend" of Zaki, reached out to me just weeks into my relationship with Zaki. I knew of him, of course—Zaki had spoken of Vikram often, a 27-year-old medical student like himself, someone who was always there, always watching out for him. But I never expected him to reach out to me directly, especially not with the intensity that he did.
By Aia2 years ago in Fiction
246 — From The Beautiful People, Admissions Dept.
It was finally coming, the long-awaited response from my application to The Beautiful People. It's a high bar, but if accepted, becoming one of The Beautiful People is my ticket to media darling-ship (darlings-hip), clickbait, and the new raison d'être, influencing. Likes and reposts. I'd matter.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 3: The Medical Mirage
“Maybe I don’t know how to love anymore, Zaki entered my life in a whirlwind of messages and calls, a 23-year-old Indian medical student who seemed full of promise and charm. We first connected through Instagram back in March, his profile picture capturing a youthful energy that felt contagious. He was different from the others—bold, confident, and unafraid to express his intentions. “I want to know you, marry you,” he declared, almost out of the blue, like a man on a mission. His proposal was sudden, and while it startled me, it also intrigued me. I decided to see where this unexpected connection could lead.
By Aia2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 2: The Traveler's Proposal
“I’m not made for love,” It was early January when Kiran first entered my life, sliding into my LinkedIn messages with an ease that felt surprisingly natural. Unlike the other men I had encountered online, Kiran’s approach was smoother, his words carrying a certain warmth and sincerity that drew me in. I learned that he was a fellow traveler, deeply rooted in his spiritual beliefs as a Bhaktipath follower, devoted to Krishna and Radha. We were colleagues of sorts, working in the same company, yet it was as if we were on different sides of a mirror, reflecting two distinct paths that somehow converged in that digital space.
By Aia2 years ago in Fiction
When Green Turns Red: A Prologue
I never imagined my journey would lead me here—caught in the tangled web of digital connections, where hearts meet through screens, and reality blends with virtual fantasies. As a single mom in my early 30s, newly relocated and adjusting to a different life, I set out with no intention of finding love online, much less playing a game of digital flirtation. Yet, somehow, in the vast sea of social media, seven men crossed my path, each with a different promise, a different story, and a different lesson to teach.
By Aia2 years ago in Fiction
Sports Bra
I should have brought my sports bra. This one is not going to support me at all. Why didn't I put it in? Too much in a rush, that's why. I shouldn't have stayed up to finish that series. I knew I'd regret it one way or another. I've got nothing to watch tonight now either. And these yoga pants? I look like a bag of rubbish tied up. I thought they were meant to allow movement? Where's my water bottle? Oh, don't tell me I left it in the car? I'm such a bozo! And now I'll be late!
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Unusual Interruption
Today, in Sunday morning church service, there was a flying squirrel that somehow flew into the church. It was flying in big circles and then it got hit by one of the fan blades. Stunned by the chop of the fan, it flopped right on top of Maudy Prinkle’s head. Maudy is prim and far too proper. She was wearing gaudy hat that was so big it could have served as an unbrella for a small heard of sheep. Although the sheep might have been too embarrassed to be under such an ugly hat.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
3 A.M.
It always started the same. The first time I woke up with a facial made of dirt, a raven called out an ominous message from the safety of a tree stump ten feet away.
By Shana Taube2 years ago in Fiction
The Hunt. Top Story - September 2024.
The dragon drops his head with a rumbling snort. His breath scalds my face. His eyes narrow, his head drawing closer. Run.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Keepers Of The Sacred Fire
Introduction Angela Livingstone is an amazing artist and continues to inspire me to create stories. These may end up as a self-published book if Angela allows me to share and credit her work, but that would be at least twelve months away.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
245 Spare Change
A child no older than six or seven, her legs were folded under each other unnaturally. It was obvious she had been born this way. She didn't speak. She only held out a tin cup for the tourists who were checking off another must-see on their Rome adventures.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction