Microfiction
The Attic
The boy is sitting at the dining room table looking at the little box in found in the attic a few weeks ago. He is still wondering if he is going to open it or not. He is afraid but is very curious. He feels a slight breeze going through the house and he thinks it is just from outside for he left the front door open. He got up from the table and wandered around the table then he went out to shut the front door when he noticed that the attic door was slightly open a bit more than normal. The boy peeked in and not really knowing started to climb the stairs but for some reason he was going very slow up them and when he got to the top of the stairs, he sensed that something was not quite the same.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
Escapement
Lucy lulled between sleep and awake, thoughts blurred and scattered as sleep threatened to overcome her once more. An alarm blared, and swear words cascaded from her mouth; she slapped at the cruel bell near her head–success. As she rolled over, she checked her watch, glared at the early numbers, and groaned. Lucy extracted herself from her blanket nest and began descending the long ladder. Lucy’s bunk was the twenty-second pod; the hatch at the bottom was already open as she made her way to her next goal– breakfast.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
Antihero. Top Story - July 2024.
I hope they nabbed the boar’s head. “Hold him, dammit!” Hawkner bellowed at the two limp squires. Blood soaked their courtly robes, turning them from a once striking royal yellow to something resembling the viscera covering the surgery floor.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
The Puppet Master. AI-Generated.
Detective Alex Turner was a man of routine. His days were a methodical dance of crime scenes, interrogation rooms, and endless paperwork. But the rhythm of his world was shattered with the murder of a seemingly random woman found in her upscale apartment. The scene was clean, almost clinical, save for the single, chilling detail: a porcelain doll clutched in the victim's lifeless hand.
By Khalid laakiki2 years ago in Fiction
