Microfiction

The Pup in the Alley
When No One Listens, Someone Will. 🐕 Silence wrapped Bridgetown, a tawny blanket - too dense for its residents to appreciate. Waste bins hummed with the overwhelming calls of crickets.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin11 months ago in Fiction
Broken Wings
Sasha "Sash" Torres stared at her phone, heart hammering in her chest. The news flashed across the screen—Mara "M" Williams found dead in alley, overdose suspected. The words hit like a physical blow, and she felt the room tilt around her, the floor beneath her feet becoming a distant memory.
By Aarsh Malik11 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern of Quiet Choices. AI-Generated.
In the bustling town of Auravale, where neon lights gleamed against glass towers and drones painted the sky with streaks of silver, lived a 14-year-old boy named Rian Solis. Auravale was a place that believed louder was better—louder advertisements, louder opinions, louder celebrations. Yet, amid the constant clamor, Rian preferred quiet places, quiet thoughts, and quiet choices.
By shakir hamid11 months ago in Fiction
Christmas Wishing
Here's a link to the Challenge: Dear Satan Santa, I have been a good boy, but I wonder if that is enough in the climate we live in. I want so many things, and I am not sure if you can get them for me. I would like to have more things for my family and myself. We deserve to be released from all of our obligations, despite the contract we signed.
By Kendall Defoe 11 months ago in Fiction
Stage of Red
The play was called Crimson Tide, and Perry kept saying the name was unfortunate timing. The beach was a mess, the air metallic, the tourists miserable. Everyone hoped it would clear soon.
By Fatal Serendipity11 months ago in Fiction
Everybody Loves Grandma
Today, 9 December is International Anti-Corruption Day - a day we celebrate the rules and keep in check any bending. But there are times good intentions bend the rules.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin11 months ago in Fiction
Like Father, Like Daughter
“So…you’re not going to fulfill our demands?” Vivian asked, looking utterly bored. Elon scrunched his brows. “Did you not hear me?” he asked. “If you do not stop this idiotic nonsense, I will have no choice but to—”
By Stephanie Hoogstad11 months ago in Fiction
Photo Finish
"You don't wanna' fail do you?" The apprentice who was also called a Bug Boy asked the jockey. The jockey was about to mount his racehorse. The other jockeys were lining up. Their colorful jackets and caps appeared.
By Rowan Finley 11 months ago in Fiction
The Locked Attic
Some family secrets aren't just hidden, they're forbidden. 📜 When Mark entered the colonial three-storey he'd inherited from his grandmother on December 7th, the air carried the rustic scent of things not meant to be shared. Etched on the wooden hatch leading up to the attic was a hasty scrawl borne of fury -- "Do not open."
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin11 months ago in Fiction
The Lingering Ghosts of the Land
In the heart of the highland mountains there had once been a great lake on the west end of an ancient city, vast enough to earn the name of ocean,
By Une Femme11 months ago in Fiction
The Smallest Guest
Eleanor had always been meticulous about her garden, even in late November when most sensible plants had given up for the season. She was deadheading the last stubborn chrysanthemums when she saw him—a tiny figure no bigger than her thumb, huddled beneath a yellowing hosta leaf.
By Autumn 11 months ago in Fiction
Villanelle of Regret .The Echo I Can’t Forget
I walk with memories dressed in quiet regret. The world keeps spinning, but my heart is set— Frozen in moments where truth derailed. The night returns with whispers I can’t forget. I tell myself to breathe, to forgive the threat, But silence remindsbreathe, to forgive the threat, But silence reminds me where love once trailed. I walk with memories dressed in quiet regret. Each choice I carried like an unpaid debt broken, a dream that never sailed. The night returns with whispers I can’t forget. Your name still rises in the dark like a silhouette, A bittersweet lesson time has never veiled. I walk with memories dressed in quiet regret. If fate allows, perhaps one day our paths reset— But some hopes fade like paper left rain, too frail. The night returns with whispers I can’t forget, I walk with memories dressed in quiet regret.
By Awa Nyassi11 months ago in Fiction