Microfiction
Draconia - A World First
"Are we nearly there?" Toby kicked the back of his dad's seat. "Nearly, son," Simon replied. He couldn't blame the kids for being excited. Dragons! This was the only way to see one. None in the wild for centuries, believed mythical for ages. This was the only Park of its kind.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Breaking the Malthusian Trap
Everything hinged on today, but he wished he could have cleaned out his desk first. The elevator doors glided open, and Dr. Alfred Mortiz entered the boardroom. Corbin Maxwell, heir to Prometheus Pharmaceuticals, casually inspected the skyline. A darling of DC and Wall Street alike, Corbin treated this tower like his castle. Alfred thought it was another phallic monstrosity assaulting Mother Earth. Malthus would’ve wept. Outside, sunlight from the unseasonably warm day burned off the neighboring skyscrapers. He felt like a rat stuck inside a test chamber.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
The Life Story of a Squirrel In English . Content Warning.
The Tail of Pip A Squirrel's Chronicle The world was a haze of stirring leaves and dappled daylight when Pip initially aired out an eye. Brought into the world in the core of a transcending oak, settled among his kin in a comfortable drey, his reality was the glow of fur and the encouraging fragrance of his mom, Hazel. The initial not many weeks were a tornado of bungling efforts to nurture, fun loving nips at his kin, and the stifled hints of the backwoods separating through the woven twigs of their home. One bright evening, a bedlam of tweets and invigorated chitters drew Pip's consideration. His mom, vigorous and smooth, pushed him towards the opening. Dread, a basic intuition, beat through him as he looked at the bewildering dip under. Be that as it may, the commitment of experience was compelling. He made a conditional stride, his minuscule paws scrabbling for buy on the unpleasant bark. The world shifted, his heart pounded, however a flood of invigoration washed over him as he crawled forward. The woodland floor was a disclosure. Oak seeds, stout and brown, littered the ground, a gala for inquisitive eyes. In any case, risk snuck as well. A stir in the undergrowth sent Pip scrambling up a close by tree, his ragged tail jerking with apprehensive energy. A bird of prey, with wings the shade of tempest mists, flying above, its puncturing look creeping him out.
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Fiction
160 — Eventual Horizon
The wormhole radio chatter got weird. In and out came snippets of phrases, some from Star Central, but some were voices we recognized as ourselves. Many were about things that hadn't even happened yet. When orbiting a black hole's event horizon, it was speculated such things could happen.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The True Value of Money: A Lesson from an Industrialist Father. Content Warning.
In 1997, an occurrence unfurled that would everlastingly change the existence of Robin Chowdhury, the main child of industrialist Mr. Lohani. Robin, A-level understudy concentrating on in an English medium school, carried on with an existence of egotism and excess, befitting the child of a well off industrialist. His days were loaded up with club gatherings, visits, and evaluating new beverages with companions. Among his companions, Robin was viewed as a pioneer, fundamentally in light of the fact that he spent the most cash.
By MD.KAMRUL HOSEN2 years ago in Fiction
The Bag - Ella. Content Warning.
This microfiction is part of a series. In order: The Bag; Jason's Dilemma; The Girl; Jason and the Girl; The Skewered Apple; Girl, Disrupted; Reward; Him; Master of the Games/The Guard; Discovery; Pursuit; Jason Remembers; Reverb;
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Sacrifice of Mrinal: A Tale of Family, Pride, and Exile. Content Warning.
In the core of a clamoring area in Italy stands a transcending six-story house, a demonstration of the fantasies and forfeits of Mrinal, a man who worked for a considerable length of time in an unfamiliar land to accommodate his loved ones. Every block, each tile, bears the heaviness of his goals and the perspiration of his temple. However, in the midst of the loftiness of his achievement lies a story of familial disagreement, pride, and at last, exile.
By MD.KAMRUL HOSEN2 years ago in Fiction
