Microfiction

The Honeytrap
“You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.” Lizzie Combs lived by those words. That was why she went into pharmaceuticals, to help others. Then the company picnic changed everything.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland2 years ago in Fiction
To death to us part. Content Warning.
Jessie lives outside of a small town in the woods somewhere. She prefers it that way. It's more peaceful- the chatter has subsided. It's too noisy in cities- small towns are too gossipy.
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Fiction
Anti-reason
In my world, reason disintegrates. I walk the streets and question the very notion of rationality. I started my journey after reading Critique of Pure Reason. My arch enemy is Ego. I must eliminate him. He stands for justice and selfishness. I despise him. He is like a shard of glass that slices into my mind. My powers exist in corrupting thought and displaying how life does not matter and that you are actually dead because you’re alive.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
Death Stealer
TiJean is running towards trouble—he knows—but he cannot allow any further delay. Jingling along, he cuts through the rice fields and, with every leap, sticky mud clutches at his shoes as if to hold him back.
By Lily Séjor2 years ago in Fiction
The First
The first Superheroes were called Demigods. How else to explain their powers - great strength, the ability to create technology un-conceptualised, breathing underwater, invulnerability - but by divine inheritance? But they were injured and died like any mortal, so they must be only the offspring of gods.
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Fiction
My New Talent (wtf)
It's like oversleeping, but worse. I know, the moment I woke, something's wrong. Even through my eyelids, I can tell the light is different somehow. So are the sheets.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
All the Trappings
The car looked ridiculous parked next to the trolley store. Yellow, low slung, crimson leather seats open to the dreary sky, an engine that she hadn’t yet learnt to keep in check, revving in attention grabbing roars in traffic jams. She only hoped the supermarket’s cctv might discourage people from performing mischief upon it while she was in yoga.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Fiction
The Dollhouse
Elena liked her job. The Marcel-Wilsons were kind, and they had a large, beautiful home. Elena worked hard, and did her best to bond with the children.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Groundhog. Honorable Mention in 500 Word Shockwave Challenge.
Every morning, the first thing the Victorious, the city's top Superhero team, did was check on Groundhog. Groundhog could shape-shift, but their real power was an odd form of fail-safe/time-travel. If something went badly wrong, the day would reset for them, granting a do-over. If Groundhog was undisturbed, everything was fine. If Groundhog was upset, or repeated any of the code-phrases to signal that they were on a re-set… well, that was when Shit-Got-Real, as the kids said.
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Hair to Ashes. Content Warning.
Goosebumps litter my skin, a strange sensation given the rage bubbling beneath. The man yells again. Something rude, something inconsequential. They are inconsequential.
By Steph Ruff2 years ago in Fiction
The daughter of silence
It all started when Echo was five. She kept having these nightmares where she would fall into a dark pit screaming, yet no one, not even her parents would hear her. It was terrifying. But the most horrible part was that when she'd wake up panting, her parents were nowhere to be found, just like in her dream. She'd always cry herself to sleep alone.
By Anna 2 years ago in Fiction
Super. AI-Generated.
You may ask me, what is a superhero? A superhero is a character with extraordinary abilities or superpowers that are beyond those of ordinary people. Am I a superhero? I would say not, but it is not up to me to make such attributions.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Fiction