Microfiction

Where Gargoyles Come From
It's been four years since the outbreak started. There's definitely fewer people about. The city's less crowded. There's less litter, less pollution. No one ever looks up at the architecture, though. Eyes stay nailed to the ground ahead.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Mist
Prologue: In the small town of Willow Creek, nestled in the mist-covered mountains, a sense of unease shrouds the community. Whispers of a long-forgotten secret linger in the air, waiting to be uncovered by those brave enough to seek the truth.
By Hardesakin Hadedeji3 years ago in Fiction
Where There’s A Will
“Where’s my boots?” Dad asks, hastily searching each room. His eight year old son Gareth replies, “Sorry Dad, we’ve hidden them.”
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Fiction
The Man From My Book
My name is Seth, and I want to tell you a strange thing that happened to me in November of 1996. I had just left college and didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, so I started writing.
By Eseoghene Onovughe3 years ago in Fiction
105: Novel, Unidentified Interfibrillar Syncytial Virus — a Case Report
New England Journal of Medicine Case Study CASE: Chief Complaint: Syncytially adhering corpse to male patient. Present Illness: A 54-year-old mortuary assistant, grave-digger by trade, was brought to the Emergency Department by EMS. In otherwise apparent good health, he presented as an agitated man distraught over a corpse tightly adhering to his entire ventral surface--contiguous with his ventral pelvis, abdomen, and chest.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Peas and the Princess
Princess was outside in a thunderstorm, drenched, and frightened. Trying to find shelter, she dodged lightning strikes and ran until reaching a gate. Portia pounded on the gate until the old king of the principality opened it and was surprised to find a princess asking to be received and I got lost in the storm. Is it true your son is looking for a wife?”
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Fiction
Bittersweet Misery
"How's the bird?" "Tasty," she answered. We've been out here on our own for a few weeks. Had she left that bread chunk when we escaped I never would've been able to feed us this long.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
The Emperor. Content Warning.
He was always nervous. On edge. Being the head of an Empire would do that. An Empire vast and built on bloodshed and domination. An Empire which holds power, power which is always coveted by others. Always.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
A Demon Comes Calling
I know he's there. I can always feel it. He's never reached for me, not yet anyway. Always feels like he's gonna. Will his scabbed, liver-spotted hands make contact with me, or pass through?
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Shapes
“A shape I like.” *** If I had to pick a favorite shape, that would be impossible. So many exist. But two shapes jump out at me.
By Amethyst Champagne3 years ago in Fiction
Bored
Jessica just put down a book, she thought would peak her interest to read. The first page did not captivate her at all. It was about a lawyer who prevented justice in child custody by lying and omitting the truth.
By Mariann Carroll3 years ago in Fiction
104: “And If Anyone Here Were to Object...”
My brother Carl is an unsightly man. He has great eyes, a perfect nose, wonderful smile, and glorious head of hair. But putting it all together just doesn't work. We all know people like this. Every individual part's perfect, but the gestalt is very unpleasant on the eyes.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction