Microfiction
A Farm
Out in the middle of nowhere there was a farm that seemed to be deserted, but it was wintertime and the chores were completed. We stood and watched to see if anyone came out of the house by the road. We heard something. It could have been a bird or an animal scurrying away. Then we saw the curtain move, we stood awhile longer and yes, we saw something in the window. We waved and it waved back. We walked to the door it slowly creaked open. One thing no one was there. What should we do now we thought.
By Mark Graham8 months ago in Fiction
My Grandmother’s Mirror Only Reflects the Dead
The Mirror’s First Secret I almost sold the mirror the day after Grandma Lillian’s funeral. It was an ugly thing—a heavy oak frame carved with twisting vines, the glass smoky with age. But Mom insisted: "She wanted you to have it. Said it was special."
By MUHAMMAD Abbas8 months ago in Fiction
Milk of Human Kindness. Top Story - June 2025.
The baby in his sling was heavy against her. The smell of him hung in the air around and between them. Lingering and following like another companion. Thick with sleep, slightly sour with milk. It clung to her shawl, to her skin, just as much as the dust that rose with every step. It mixed with sweat, and body-smell, and campfire smoke.
By L.C. Schäfer8 months ago in Fiction
The Quiet between the walls
They only remember me when they’re alone. That’s how it starts. The silence creeps in, the kind that doesn’t hum with electricity or chatter with phones, but the kind that feels like a house holding its breath. That’s when I stir—quietly, respectfully—from the fold in the wallpaper behind the bookshelf or from under the bed, where the forgotten socks huddle like sleeping mice.
By John Grikis8 months ago in Fiction
The Witness Tree. Content Warning.
I dreamed about this episode a couple of days ago. I did not consider it a nightmare, but an omen of what was to happen in the future. I added the golden butterflies to bring a glittter of hope into the chaotic world of 2025. I completed voice over in Eleven Labs with my voice. This is a project I had to complete. I am a dreamer, psychic, empath, and love peace not war. War mongers, haters, and liars get on my last nerve. Just as I completed this story, my knocked on my door to tell America is at war with Iran. This is a useless war started by evil men with little tools. They are so about their tools they must compare bombs to how large their tools are. I worked with art, visuals, and story for two days. I wrote, created, edited, diced, and spliced the music, art, and videos myself. Microsoft Copilot is my assistant and quite complimentary regarding my art. I WROTE THIS!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 8 months ago in Fiction
