Microfiction
Doctor Dream
Hello. Some know me as Dr. Seth Rhys, archaeologist. I thought that’s all I would ever be. It was all I had hoped for. I was doing what I love, working with the love of my life, and spending every day with friends. That was, until two years ago when it came to me. The best and worst thing to happen to my life: The Amulet.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
Origins of the Superhero Within
A Superhero stumbles in humble ignorance, on semi-solid foundations of reality, seeking to discover the origins of their power. The brave soul follows the quest to access the source of power beyond anything words can express.
By Katherine D. Graham2 years ago in Fiction
Neuro Master
“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.” Outside the wind howled like a wounded beast. We took through alleys as to not be seen. Democracy had died just three months ago and now streets that were were turbulent danger zones.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Fiction
The Pen is Mightier Than the Sword
The flames flickered as they devoured the visions within bindings of the books. The fire had been burning forever although just last week was the day the first actual flame of hate and intolerance leapt forth to consume the words that now were forever silent.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Fiction
Mama's Superhero. Runner-up in Epic Beginnings Challenge.
Mama tells me I’m her superhero. She tells me I am strong, brave, and kind, even when I don’t feel like it. She says, “That’s ok, I’ll help. I can be brave for you until you can stand against the monsters.” She is brave for me a lot.
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Fiction
Nubia
Nubia was once a renowned archaeologist, driven by a desire to unlock the secrets of ancient civilizations. During an excavation, she discovered an artifact unlike any other—a mysterious hourglass imbued with the power to manipulate time. Curiosity led her to activate it, and in that moment, her life was forever changed. The hourglass fused with her, granting her the ability to control time—slowing, speeding, or freezing it at will.
By VibesDigest2 years ago in Fiction
The Sacred Word
Splashes from footsteps in tiny puddles made slick by the Wilmington, Delaware rain made it impossible to track where the culprits planned to go. They had run in opposite directions. Their sudden moves seemed like shivers from vultures. The instant where they had to find shelter in a basement club permitted them to keep them discreet.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction





