Microfiction

Voluntold
"Oh, by the way, you volunteered to cater for Talia's school bake sale this weekend." Maria, in the middle of a valiant battle against ten classes worth of Final Essays and a list of who needed extra credit work to graduate, looked up long enough to raise an eyebrow. "I don't recall doing anything of the sort."
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Misneoverbum
Lights flashed in the night as Cathy and Alison sat drinking their Red Bulls and eating their mid-crawl snacks. “Look, look,” Alison slurred to Cathy, “ you see her?”
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Fiction
The Amazingship. Top Story - November 2023.
Bridgette was the typical loner. Didn't care much for trivial chatter but lit up when someone talked about animals. However, she didn't know how to make friends.
By Rene Volpi 3 years ago in Fiction
Everything's Scantasktic
When you finish a task with a breath of relief of accomplishment. Take a second to commend yourself for the job done. Despite having more to do and yet to celebrate one’s successes. It is a nice thing to feel accomplished. So, despite all hustle and bustle of the day, to think that life can be scantasktic and move on to the next item in the day. Each day can be so mundane and quickly overwhelming. Looking at the positive side and enjoying the small victories to get through this life. Each time you finish a chore or an assignment at work, remember to feel good about being productive in your life.
By Sarah Danaher3 years ago in Fiction
Cumbersation
May it please the Court of the Silent Cardrive Home: I shall identify myself as 'A', and your brother-in-law Mick, whom I hold responsible, as 'B':
By Conor Darrall3 years ago in Fiction
Soulhulk
They lie fallow like an unploughed field. Immobilised, never fulfilled. Like abandoned ships on the beach waiting for their turn. It will never come in their shallow lives. They never fully realise their disadvantage as a dredge. A sweet monetary deal is the best reward for all their hardships. That will be all. That is enough. On weekends, they roar and rampage, repine and reciprocate. For all the malice they encountered during the days spent in the shade. They want to be prominent; they want to rule. Due to the lack of royal reality next to them. The only veracity they accept is the zoo. Despite the stormy weather and hateful faces around. They need to have fun, no matter the time. They don’t pay, government funds wasted on education fuelled by alcohol and drugs.
By Sun Bee3 years ago in Fiction
A Treasury of New Words and Terms for Burned-Out (Adult) Children. Top Story - November 2023. Content Warning.
Greetings and Welcome, language lovers. Following the Neolomicro Challenge, I was left with a lot of bizarre definitions that I thought might give some of you a chuckle. These are the offcuts that I ran out of time / inclination to pursue. I hope you enjoy them, and that they can be the start of a glorious new dictionary for these beleaguered times.
By Conor Darrall3 years ago in Fiction
The Serendipitous Cafe
Ella had always been a creature of habit. Her life was carefully planned out, and she rarely ventured beyond her comfort zone. One exception to her routine, however, was a cozy café on the corner of her neighborhood. It was known for its delicious pastries, aromatic coffee, and charming ambiance.
By Mahnoor Siddiqui3 years ago in Fiction
A Love Unfolding
In a quiet corner of the city, nestled away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, there existed a place that had become a sanctuary for one young woman named Sarah. The place was her local library, a treasure trove of knowledge, stories, and dreams. Here, the scent of old books filled the air, and the hushed whispers of pages turning created a symphony of serenity.
By Mahnoor Siddiqui3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Garden
Amelia had always been captivated by the idea of an enchanted garden, a place where love bloomed like the most exquisite flowers. She often wandered through the public gardens in her city, searching for a hint of magic among the roses and tulips. Yet, she had never come across a garden that truly felt enchanted until one fateful day.
By Mahnoor Siddiqui3 years ago in Fiction
Love Letters by Moonlight
The evening had settled into a gentle rhythm as Lily sat on her porch, overlooking the serene countryside. The soft, silvery glow of the moon bathed everything in a tranquil light. Crickets sang their nocturnal songs, and a gentle breeze carried with it the scent of blooming wildflowers. It was a perfect night to put her thoughts on paper.
By Mahnoor Siddiqui3 years ago in Fiction
The Climb
They said I couldn’t do it. They said I was too weak. They told me it was too soon. They said that I’d never be able to make it to the first check-in, let alone the top. They told me that I shouldn’t even try, that I should just give up.
By Mother Combs (Sharon)3 years ago in Fiction