Microfiction

The Clockmaker’s Son. AI-Generated.
Before there were clocks, there was a man who listened to silence. His name was Alaric Harrow, and in the quiet town of Bellgrave, he was known only as The Clockmaker’s Son.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
When Time Sleeps. AI-Generated.
The world had forgotten the sound of ticking. It had been three hundred and twenty-one years since the Great Reset — the day the sky burned gold and the rivers began to flow forward again. Humanity called it The Dawn of Stillness.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
The City That Forgot Time. AI-Generated.
The morning it began, the sun rose twice. At first, nobody noticed. The city was always half awake, its towers glowing with endless neon, its people buried in holographic screens.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
The train was then long gone from the station, but Ava was still standing, still holding old, yellowed envelope in her fingers. The paper was soft from being opened and folded too many times. The words inside had faded, but she didn't even need to read them anymore - she knew them by heart.
By Nusuki12 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Heir. AI-Generated.
The world had changed. Cities no longer slept under stars — they hummed under neon skies and digital light. People didn’t wear watches anymore; they wore time like software, implanted beneath their skin.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Heart. AI-Generated.
In the center of a forgotten town stood a little shop called Harrow & Timepieces, its wooden sign creaking softly in the wind.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
3 4 5 6. Content Warning.
Introduction This is my 3,456th Vocal Story, and I thought a piece about counting may be relevant. We sometimes count to get to sleep, and the creepy somnambulist picture by Jim Harter seemed a perfect inspiration for a tale.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 months ago in Fiction
The Cryochamber
Two Secret Service animatronics shoved Elon’s unconscious body into the cryochamber. “Remember, Mr. President, I am Elon Musk now,” the commanding Elon lookalike told the Trump animatronic.
By Stephanie Hoogstad12 months ago in Fiction
He Still Wants to Go Home
"Hello, Elon?" "Yes, Mr.President, sir." "So Tesla shareholders approved your one-trillion dollar benefit package." "That's right, sir."
By Lana V Lynx12 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Floorboards
When obsession drowns out reason, only the voice remains. 🔊 Adrian Cho was accustomed to working on his own—the sound technician eliminated ambient noise whenever he could. The shuffling of feet or sudden bumps would disrupt his work.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin12 months ago in Fiction
Farewell
The engineering lookalike approached Elon and the commander. “The spaceship is ready for liftoff,” it said. Elon nodded and turned to the commanding lookalike.
By Stephanie Hoogstad12 months ago in Fiction
In The Old Castle
Introduction An Ekphrastic Tale Inspired By 'The Old Castle' by Walther Georgi, 1897, Shared By The Enchanted Booklet here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 months ago in Fiction