Microfiction

Ashes to Ashes. Top Story - March 2024.
The Captain’s “medical leave” was suspicious with a feel of relief and suspicion. John’s gratitude rush was a well-deserved break from the suffocating case and an opportunity for him to clear his head. However, he still felt some lingering doubts inside of him. Was this actually about his welfare or just a smart way of keeping him at arm’s length as they carried on with their investigations?
By Kageno Hoshino3 years ago in Fiction
Living Doll™
The Nia® series. Cantileave 'er Alone™ She was a work of industrial art. Poetry in kinetic motion. A sensuous capacitor of potential energy.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Mayfair Mall
In the bustling heart of Mumbai stood Mayfair Mall, a towering monument to consumerism that seemed to pulse with life during the day. But as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the city, the mall transformed into something else entirely—a place where darkness lingered and whispers of the past echoed through its empty corridors.
By Ashok3 years ago in Fiction
Beyond Words
In the heart of a bustling city lived two friends, Lily and Ethan. They had been inseparable since childhood, their bond forged through countless shared experiences and moments of understanding that went beyond words. Their friendship was a testament to the profound connection that exists between kindred spirits.
By Awoniyi Adeshola Favour3 years ago in Fiction
Rescued Together
In a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, there lived a lonely soul named Emily. She was a gentle hearted woman who had weathered her fair share of storms in life. Despite her outward appearance of strength, Emily carried a heavy burden of loneliness within her heart. Each day seemed to blend into the next, leaving her feeling isolated and adrift in a sea of faces.
By Awoniyi Adeshola Favour3 years ago in Fiction
Peach Sky, Cold Ground. Content Warning.
This story has been issued with a Dharrsheena warning. Please proceed with caution. He was starving. The sky was peach, a contemplative reminder of summer's warmth and ripeness; but the air was brittle and taut as he stepped outside his cabin. Oh, for the sweet taste of a peach! He salivated as he pulled his boots on. The call of the wild was starting to screech and nag, wearing him down. He had no reserves.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Typewriter and the Author
Shafts of light streamed in through the wide window, warming the mahogany-stained desk and casting a spotlight on the ancient typewriter. Its black and red ribbons are brittle and crumbling, its alphanumeric keys eroded beneath decades of keystrokes. A yellowing sheet of paper remains wound around its return bar. What is written on the page has long since passed from the typewriter’s recollection. He had memorized it once, but now all he could recall were the final keystrokes as several remained jammed. The author had neglected to repair him, so here he lay, gathering rust and dust.
By S.N. Evans3 years ago in Fiction
Do Androids Dream of Murder?
The woman is gorgeous; perfectly put together. Looking at her, you can believe someone made her in a computer. Since AI improved in leaps and bounds, and android manufacture improved exponentially, many people are relying on androids for all sorts of things. Including sex. It's less messy. Lower risk of pregnancy, disease, infidelity.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
The Ragged Man. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
"Burn her!" The mob were shouting as Carys was brought to the pyre. The ragged man watched from the cover of the building. Carys looked demure, resigned.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Exploring the Unpredictable Beauty of Love's Disarray
In a charming town nestled amid picturesque landscapes of rolling hills and babbling brooks, there thrived a unique phenomenon known as "Love's Disarray." Unlike a tangible location or a concrete entity, Love's Disarray was more of a state of existence, an emotional terrain where hearts wandered along whimsical paths of serendipity and chaos.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan3 years ago in Fiction
Unraveling Love
In the serene town of Willowbrook, nestled amidst undulating hills and verdant landscapes, dwelled two souls whose destinies were intertwined by the hand of fate – Emily and Nathan.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan3 years ago in Fiction
No More Poetry
Behind Bars I consider myself a poet, or I did do. I have written many books of poetry but at my trial, they were all burned. My crime, I was accused and found guilty of writing poetry.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction