Microfiction

Captured in Time
In the quiet corner of a dusty attic, nestled among forgotten memories and discarded relics, I, a once-beloved camera, lay abandoned. My metallic body, weathered by time and travel, held within its lenses the stories of a bygone era—the tales of joy, sorrow, and the fleeting moments that escape the clutches of time. My journey, however, was far from over.
By Andy Kru3 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 4. Bear. Vengeance
Ragged, bloody and half dead, I staggered towards the gate of the fort. Two men came running towards me, both lending an arm for support.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 3. Bear. Survival
The snow had stopped falling. I awoke realizing that I must have slept for hours as I opened my eyes to the starkness and beauty of the winter landscape. I winced as pain stabbed through my entire body. The tiniest of movement was like a million knives of shooting pain.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 2. The bear: How it all began.
Five of us had left the campsite that morning. The snow had slowed mightily low, down to just light flakes as a miserly sun peeked out from behind the thick overcast sky. Our group had earlier set out to go hunt for hides to trade for food in the government fort. Rolf had begged to be included in the hunt, he was at the age so I agreed for him to tag along. He was kept busy doing chores around the campsite.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
See The Dawn
The stories continue. L.C. Schäfer started this! She is to blame. You can find out about this here: Prompt number twenty-two:
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Drunk
Zach and Jerry went bowling every Saturday. They were stepbrothers and had very little in common. Zach was a good kid generally and was introverted. Jerry hung out with the bad boys who smoked in bathrooms, and looked at pornography. One day Jerry brought a few of his friends to the bowling place. They snuck in alcohol in juice containers.
By Sid Aaron Hirji3 years ago in Fiction
Edge of the Universe
“Stop talking, please. Listen to what I’m saying. I have something very important to tell you. I have seen things that will change our very view of reality itself. Who and what we are is not what we believe it to be. Things, life, it will never be the same again. There are others watching us. I’ve been to the edge of the universe. There is no way that I can describe it. You have to see it for yourself.”
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
A Couple's Dream
She chased after the frisbee. She felt her joy soar, as she slid over the ice. But she did catch the disk. She waited to get her balance and then tossed it back. She moved off the ice patch over to the flakey snow. Greg went to return the disk to her but she quickly tackled him. They rolled in the snow. "This is more fun than frisbee". He laughed and pulled her up.
By Antoinette L Brey3 years ago in Fiction
Feeling Lost
I honestly have no idea how I got here. For some reason, I am now sitting underneath a bed, well I do know. My loving owner was frolicking with her boyfriend in bed and I was on the pillow because she had me in her hands swiping and playing with her Candy Crush game on me, then, sure enough, this guy came over and she just threw me up on her pillow and they started going at it. She could have at least put me on her nightside table or her desk or anywhere else, but then bam I was tossed down by him, and here I am just laying on the floor. They even laughed as I fell and they continued to make out. She did not even have the courtesy to stop and pick me up. Doesn't she know I am expensive? I am probably the singular most expensive object in her room and here I am lying down with all this dog fur, dust, and crumbs. The bed sure does squeak a lot, wish it was not so loud! Oh goodness! A sock on me!! Gross, it’s his sweaty sock it really stinks like worse than her gym locker bag! Bleh! Of course she won’t stop now until the deed is done. Now I have to be here with this sock! It’s just one thing after another! This is truly awful experience I am usually tucked away in a pocket or even in her wallet. I miss those funny credit cards and gift cards. After the bed stopped squeaking, the room was silent, then not until much later did the light in her room turned on. Oh maybe she is here for me?
By Adrianna M. Braun3 years ago in Fiction
The Sow Bear
She knew it was a dream, but not for lack of realistic feeling. She looked down at massive bear paws that sunk into the snow, and the breath that fogged ahead of her snout.
By S. C. Almanzar3 years ago in Fiction
Silver Mornings. Top Story - January 2024.
Wings formed a leathery tent above her head. The combined heat of three massive bodies had melted the snow and the seat of her britches was wet. Rowyn sighed and sullenly pushed her way out from her cove of dragon breath. The world was washed anew in white. The evergreens wore a fresh dress that drifted in fluffy mounds to the ground, rich as velvet and just as soft. The morning light could not pierce the retreating storm clouds, instead diffusing into a gentle silver; so gentle that no shadows could find purchase, slipping and scattering into the gray under the trees.
By M. A. Mehan 3 years ago in Fiction
A Winter Burial
Marlowe Bender always received the task of shoveling snow near their home, and it was usually done with a smile on her face, though the last part was always according to her husband, James Bender. In actuality, this was James' task, but Marlowe couldn't remember the last time James actually did the task--or any actual work.
By Clyde E. Dawkins3 years ago in Fiction