Microfiction

Like a Surgeon
I like my job. That's a safe, acceptable thing to say, like a normal person. What you can't say is, "I quite like sticking knives in people".
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Scared Half To Death
Bang! Was that a gunshot? Everybody in the room scatters, trying to find somewhere to hide. Somewhere safe. Sally hides under the table, trembling.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
Missing The Forest For The Trees
Peter looks lovingly at his fiancée as she sleeps. How’d he get so lucky? Amber rolls onto her side, opens her eyes and smiles at Peter. “Good morning my love,” she whispers.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
155 Follow the Money
Philip Morris is one of the world's largest tobacco companies, worth $160 billion. Its stock price is $99.93/share, a 5-year increase of 30%.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
I Was In The House When The House Burned Down. Content Warning.
Introduction This is for the challenge below and inspired by the title of the wonderful song by the sadly missed Warren Zevon.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
A Disappointing Day
Louise's mum was the Mistress of Understatement. Her day had started dismally with overdone toast. The smell was so acrid that she opened the window and sprayed Febreze to get rid of the charcoal smell.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Consequences
They are patiently waiting for nightfall, the tension mounting and wishing the deed was done. Anxiety heightens with every minute, closer to their goal, their promise.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
For the Love of
The sirens wailed and grandpa’s knotted feet shuffled through the hallway. “Kenji? Kenji-chan!” He peered into the tidy room where his grandson’s tatami reclined and furrowed his brow.
By M. Lee2 years ago in Fiction
True Love
The first time he came into the cafe, I was lost. Found. Whatever. Something changed. There was a queue, so I didn't see him at first. He was just there, stood in front of me. Took the wind right out those sails, toiling away in my chest.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Gone Fishing
Anyone who knows me will tell you I will use 337 words instead of the two needed whilst chatting, especially if a bit manic (I have bipolar) so I am challenging myself to write stories that are complete under 50 words. Here is my first attempt.
By Alyson Smith 2 years ago in Fiction
154: Id, Idn't It?
I am--all of my neurons hard-wired together simultaneously. If self-awareness requires migratory consortia of squirmy, vacillating neuronal interactions, then I'm solid-state. I am aware of all that is, all at once, including all cross sections of everything's existence along the past, present, and future paratemporalities.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Some scientific hypotheses shed more light on the spiritual world
Different perspectives on the spiritual world Common understanding Each person's understanding and perception of the spiritual world is different. People without a scientific mind think of the spiritual world as a world associated with demons and gods. Demons and spirits can bless and harm people, and live in other dimensions interwoven with the world in which we live. When such people burn incense to worship their ancestors, it is because they think that their ancestors will bless them. This person's act of burning incense is considered an act of religious belief.
By HK Decor2 years ago in Fiction