Microfiction

Better Watch Out!
It's gone! All my life's work! Gone! I found out by accident when I went Googling myself. No author called Jeff Trick; no bestsellers by Jeff Trick; no podcast by Jeff Trick!
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Incarnate. Content Warning.
Francis never liked people much, he always lost his temper in queues, when people walked on the incorrect side of the footpath, basically everything people did. He had always disliked people, and as he got older, it grew more and more.
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Frightengale
Nurse Jennifer Bates was doing her rounds around the hospital when she noticed a person that she didn't expect to see; Peter, a man who was being treated for his wounds in a car crash. Based on his injuries, he shouldn't be leaving the hospital alive. Most nurses and doctors would be happy to see a patient return home, but not Jennifer.
By Cat the Autist2 years ago in Fiction
The Blocker
Today, people around the world seek me out, hoping I can help them find peace, but it wasn’t always like that. My childhood was filled with ridicule and pain from both classmates and relatives. They couldn’t understand why I had no desire to remember the bad things that happened in my life. How can you not remember? coming down with chickenpox, or falling off your bike and breaking an arm? For them, these were all memorable events, but for me, they were negative parts of my life that needed to be forgotten.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of the Curious Caterpillar
Once upon a time in a lush, green forest, there lived a curious little caterpillar named Casey. Unlike the other caterpillars, who were content munching on leaves and resting on branches, Casey had a deep yearning to explore the world beyond the trees. She often gazed up at the birds soaring through the sky, the squirrels leaping from branch to branch, and the bees buzzing from flower to flower. “I wish I could see what they see,” she thought to herself.
By Vishnu Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
I Do Like Steak
They say my mother experienced an accelerated pregnancy. She went for a run in the morning with flat, toned tummy, and was groaning and sweating over a grossly swollen belly by teatime. I slipped out before supper, cracking her pelvis.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The climactic O-rigin of Miss Orgasmo. Content Warning.
Alice had been with Ted since high-school, and not once had he brought her to orgasm. It wasn’t his size, he was a well hung man but never took the time or care to please her.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Fiction
Rumination. Runner-up in Epic Beginnings Challenge.
Though it wasn’t real, it still burned. Tommy brushed imaginary ashes from his head and shook his shirt free of embers. The moment of ephemeral liberation through grandeur escapism ended; leaving a rotting question Tommy was too terrified to answer.
By Hyde Wunderli 2 years ago in Fiction
This Is Where It Begins. Content Warning.
Most times, the origins of a superpowered person starts with the manifestation of their powers. An accident triggers something deep inside or out of some act of desperation, they expose themselves to all sorts of chemicals, willing to put themselves through unendurable torture at the cost of their sanity.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Lekkion
It was always the shallow glare in those expressive eyes leaving others wondering who Cayden, the wayward goth boy was. Socializing was near bottom of his list of talents, revealing a dark nature with those eyes alone.
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
CTRL + ALT + DEL
PRESS CTRL + ALT + DEL TO CONTINUE Liam slammed his fist down on the well-worn keyboard, sending the ALT key flying. "Great," he muttered. Using the pinky finger of his non-dominant hand, he tried to wedge the pinky down into the gap created by the missing key. When he pressed CTRL and DEL simultaneously, a jolt of electricity shot through him.
By Laura2 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Chef. Top Story - August 2024.
That night feels like a lifetime ago. I remember my skin slick from the rain like oil suffocating me, burning my eyes, soaking into my pores. I was a walking natural disaster - the moment the dirt feels soft underfoot before the landslide, or the ripple of water before the earthquake tears a building asunder.
By Eloise Robertson 2 years ago in Fiction