Microfiction
REGRET; NOT AT ALL
She does not react…at all. I’m not shocked but rather relieved that she does not return my punch. Bittersweet. My clenched fist throbs with a dull ache, a testament to the force it had exerted. Yet, as my gaze fixates upon her once pristine white brassiere, now stained with a seeping crimson hue, an odd sense of satisfaction washes over me. Another coquette, another act of retribution fulfilled. In this twisted dance of give and take, my actions become a means of repaying the debts owed to me.
By Muhammed Ahmed Imranabout a year ago in Fiction
MY CHRONICAL LIFE
I am in love with a fairytale. Even though it hurts. I continued to sprint tirelessly, my breaths coming in gasps as I desperately sought to distance myself from the harsh grasp of reality. How could I confront it? The overwhelming sense of déjà vu enveloped me, reminding me that not enough time had passed for me to erase the memory of this very place from my mind.
By Muhammed Ahmed Imranabout a year ago in Fiction
PANDORA’S BOX; THE TRAPPED MEMORIES
I had finally decided to pay a visit to the abandoned house. As I approached it, I now saw the house more distinctly. It lay under a naked sky. The sun was directly overhead; it was near the summer solstice. It was a rather cool day because it had rained last night.
By Muhammed Ahmed Imranabout a year ago in Fiction
Arabian Princess's Quest 👑
In the enchanting land of Arabia, there lived a beautiful and spirited princess named Zaida. She was the daughter of the wise and just Sultan Al-Farouk, ruler of the prosperous city-state of Alhambra. Zaida had a heart as pure as gold, with eyes that sparkled like the evening stars, and a radiant smile that could brighten the darkest of days.
By Novel paradiseabout a year ago in Fiction
The Breakup
“Take care,” she offered, sliding into the driver’s seat, looking into his eyes a final time before closing the door. David stood breathlessly, watching the Volkswagen’s taillights glow as it rolled toward the street. “I can still stop her,” he thought, “and explain why I’m doing this…”
By D.P. Martinabout a year ago in Fiction
Smartphone Zombies
This had gone so wrong. The phone app was supposed to influence those that used it to buy the required products. But just like any drug, the users became addicted. They never bought anything but if anyone tried to take the phone off them they screamed attacked and bit anyone who tried. They were drawn to Milton Keynes, and non-addicts were forced to move out for their own safety. High-Level discussions took place and the only solution was the decommissioning of the app and the total extermination of the addicts. They were now smartphone zombies. They had to be eliminated.
By Mike Singleton - Mikeydredabout a year ago in Fiction