Microfiction

Interrogation
I pulled into the station lot, braking so hard my tires screeched. I had a feeling I wouldn’t see my car again for a while. Wobbly legs took me through the glass doors where the captain was waiting in the foyer.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Fiction
With Sharp Teeth and Claws. Top Story - February 2024.
I peer out into the darkness. This should be my time, but I'm paralyzed with fear. I can see across the floor to the open closet. The monster there has long tentacles and too many eyes. I catch his gaze expectantly, and he slowly shuts the closet door. There will be no help from him tonight.
By Catsidhe3 years ago in Fiction
A rat in the cage.. Top Story - February 2024.
Written for the Telltale crimson trail by Ray Taylor. Part of his challenge is to write a micro fiction continuation in exactly 250 words for the story he started. Join in on the fun! Details below. If you haven't read his series, my entry will make little sense. Catch up here!
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Fiction
Tainted Coffee
John's heart hammered against his ribs as he drove towards the station. Stevie's suspicions hung heavy in the air, each accusing glance replaying in his mind. Doubting his fabricated story, he knew he had to walk carefully with the Captain. He parked and entered the station, a knot of dread tightening in his gut.
By Kageno Hoshino3 years ago in Fiction
Who was he really?
“I wish there were more people like him.” Everyone said, and it really ate the girl’s heart. She couldn’t understand how irresponsible, neglectful people died and suddenly became saints. Didn’t they know he was invisible in his own daughter’s life?
By M. Lee3 years ago in Fiction
The Great Cheese Caper
Once upon a time in the quaint little village of Cheddarton, there lived a mischievous bunch of mice with an insatiable love for cheese. Led by their fearless leader, Sir Squeaks-a-lot, these furry fiends were always plotting their next cheesy escapade.
By Ibrohim3 years ago in Fiction
Released
The steady rumble of an engine eased her back to consciousness, but the harsh vibrations of her body against an unforgiving surface jolted her back to reality. Anna’s eyes shot open to darkness. Complete darkness. Panic spread through her veins like wildfire. She tried to move, but her arms and legs refused. She struggled against her restraints until her wrists and ankles burned in desperation. A sudden jerk forced her head to hit the floor, knocking a memory loose. The image of a man standing in the dim lighting of the dingy parking garage flashed before her. Anna didn’t recognize him. He was wearing a black ski mask, but his icy blue eyes pierced through her, even now in her mind.
By Alyssa Musso3 years ago in Fiction
Everything Green
Green, green, green. So much green. Of all shades, from pale mint to deep emerald. It’s astonishing how many variations of this color exist and are placed on the vast canvas before me.
By Amethyst Champagne3 years ago in Fiction
Quick and Cold. Top Story - February 2024.
I sat on the edge of the hard couch, the paper towel sticking to my bare bottom. The flimsy gown barely covered my nakedness. I bit my lip and fidgeted. The doctor's voice droned on. I caught words like "outpatient", "very quick", "routine", "after care". She pointed to her clipboard, going through the list of side effects and risks.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
The Serum
"And you really think this will work?" Mark Denver, as CEO of a floundering pharmaceutical company, needed to hear an emphatic "Yes!" from his researchers in order to be able to sleep well again. If what they had achieved was real, then this would revolutionise obesity management in the health sector forever. And he would reap the rewards: fame, money, success. He could feel the benefits padding his life out already.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Lonely Girl Find Friend
Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a young girl named Elara. Elara had always been a bit different from the other children in the town. While they played joyfully in groups, she often found herself wandering alone, lost in her own thoughts.
By Ibrohim3 years ago in Fiction
Mount Olympus
I hear dust devils echoing with antediluvian tales. I feel sandy stings of wispy winds carrying to my wind-blown face caveats left over from distant epochs.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction