Microfiction

Fenrirson
He arose from the depths of Hel with fur caked in fire and brimstone. Sharp yellow claws dug into the soft white snow while fresh blood, the same color of his eyes, dripping from his sharp fangs. He growled deeply as she stood on his hind legs. Claws grew into fingers as his fur receded into the follicles of his arms and legs that stretched as he stood tall. The moon glistened off of his glossy black hair and he ran his newly grown fingers through it, feeling the resemblance to his fur. A chill caught his bare skin, and he had the sudden urge to shake clumps of snow from his body, but any that had clung to him now lay in a heap at his now hairless feet. He was not prepared for the chill of the Norse forests and howled into the night sky with lungs that heaved in pain. None of those around him howled back, as they no longer recognized his sound. He growled and began running, trying to find a warmth that was now lost to him. There was anger in his deep red eyes while dark green pines blurred past him. A pack of wolves took chase, but there was no catching him. He was their brother, their savior, their father. He would say his name was Dainn, but those who knew the stories would know his true self. He was Fenrirson, the second coming of the dreaded wolf of Ragnarök.
By Gunnar Anderson2 years ago in Fiction
Red Widow. Content Warning.
Red Widow used to be just a regular woman. She had hopes and dreams that involved her husband with a house and a white picket fence. They would have a family together. But then, her dreams were shattered the day there was a gas leak on their block.
By Adora Hooper2 years ago in Fiction
Previously.... Content Warning.
Part One The man slams his bloodied fist into my face again. I chuckle despite the pain from my messed-up jaw shooting down my spine. This is nothing I haven't faced before; Rebecca, our creator, puts me through a lot. I take it all with a smile, just like I've been designed to, though it would be nice if we got into the rescue part of things. Honestly, this is a 'been there, done that' kind of scenario and I'm bored.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Superbloom. Runner-up in Epic Beginnings Challenge.
They took volunteers first. Then there was a draft. Eco-suicides could stop the climate crisis, they said. Screw it, Laurel thought. Maybe this is how I save the world.
By Tyler Clark2 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the Surface
The boat rocked below me as we huddled together. I could feel the warmth seeping from me. It was dark, and cold, and lonely out here.
By Alex Wolf2 years ago in Fiction
Frozen Embers
The air around them stung like a thousand needles, and a deep ache had settled into their bones. Tears of pain and fear welled in their eyes, freezing before they fell as the icy wind whipped across their face. “I don’t want to die," They whispered.
By Caillete Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Dark Consequence. Content Warning.
Elijah sat in the burned-out circle of his living room. Dried tears stained a face twisted in despair. Deidre’s head rested in his lap; her blond hair mussed but almost normal compared to the rest of her.
By D Anthony2 years ago in Fiction
Colibrita
As a niña, nature was my companion. I was nicknamed la colibrita—“little hummingbird”—for I loved to sing-song in the orchards. There, the crops were my siblings—the insects, my audience.
By Gina C.2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Breath
January 1350 On a bitterly cold night, Alex is lying curled up in his mother's lap in a dimly lit room. They do not have enough warm clothes to protect themselves from the severe January cold. The rest of the family members have disappeared one by one. Alex and his mother, Greta, could not even mourn their untimely deaths. Now Alex is also in his last days, an invisible knot in his small tender heart is shortening his life further. His life is shrinking with every passing moment. This knot, like an invisible "little devil" of his existence, is secretly swallowing his every happiness and sweet smile. The beat of his tender heart is slow and weak, and his golden dreams are disappearing in the dark shadow of a "black death" visible in the future. His mother is just looking at him with her tired and weak eyes as if she is trying to store all the memories of her innocent son in her heart so that after his existence ends, she can make those memories her support to live. She touches Alex's forehead lovingly. The touch of her cold, trembling hands feels like holding the rudder of a small boat stuck in huge waves of a tsunami, struggling with their terrible roar. Greta's silence and pain-filled eyes are telling her story. Alex's condition is becoming pitiable. Dark blue and black blisters have spread on his skin, his body is shivering badly due to cold and fever, and he is still lying in his mother's lap. He tried to say something by gathering all his strength. "Mom, I am going to grandfather. He promised to tell me the unfinished story of the 'magical dragon' he told me. When I go to him, he will reveal the secrets of the red gem hidden inside the dragon. "I, too, am leaving an unfinished story. My dear mother, not everyone can complete the last line of the last page of the last chapter of their life. Life is like a drop emerging from the dark pit of the ocean, which for a moment gets wrapped in the incomparable light of the sun and then again merges into the same dark pit. God slows down the speed of time for us, but our existence is like that drop emerging from the dark pit, which, after a momentary glow, leaves an incomplete story and again gets lost in the darkness. Dear mother, do not be sad because I have no complaint against you. I have received your full love even in this small incomplete phase of life. His voice was getting slower after every word. Finally, he became completely silent. Now his trembling body had become completely calm, the heat of his body burning like steam rising from boiling water had now turned into cold. An amazing peace and stability spread on his innocent face. His mother, Greta, did not react to his death, because she had already gone through this process. Even in the extreme cold, her body, wrapped only in rags, had become calm and cold. Both took their last breath together, and that moment ended this chapter of life by encompassing their existence. Now they merged into the deep ocean of infinite peace.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
Blackulus. Top Story - September 2024.
"You wanna talk lazy? You ain't seen lazy until you heard the tale of Blackulus. The world's most important Superhero ever to become a lazy sack!"
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
The Day of Destiny
Umbra’s POV: The Day of Destiny I remember the exact moment it all changed, the day I knew I was destined for something far greater—and far darker—than I ever imagined. The lab was quiet, too quiet, as if the universe itself was holding its breath. My hands trembled as I initiated the final sequence. They called me mad, obsessed, but I knew they were wrong. This experiment would make me a god among men.
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Fiction
Shine Eternal
The air screamed in revulsion as it split asunder. Peeling apart, the atmosphere alight by friction's merciless kiss as the comet wretched hell-bound into its terrestrial decent. The star-bound traveler introduced to the green world racing to meet it. Deep into the land it plunged, ensconced into an earthen womb until its discovery by a collection of protohumans, who would give it the reverence its power deserved.
By Addison M2 years ago in Fiction