Microfiction

The Silent Bell of Khorasan
Once, in the dusty and sun-scorned province of Khorasan, when the crescent moon hung like a blade in the heavens and kings were named after lions but ruled like foxes, there lived a monarch known as King Zulfiqar the Just—a title given not by the people, but carved in golden plates by his own court poets.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Fiction
The Cursed Goblet of Ghumra
Once, in the sun-baked kingdom of Ghumra, ruled a king whose name was Gharsheed—adorned in jewels, feared by thousands, praised by poets who were whipped if they dared otherwise. The throne was carved of tusks, the court was of gold, and the prisons—of bone. Justice, in his realm, was a servant that limped. Mercy was blind, and wisdom wore shackles.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Fiction
The Perfume of the Slave
Once, in the time when kings ruled with iron fists but claimed to wear velvet gloves, there was a land called Khumyar, veiled in gold but rotting beneath. Its courtyards echoed with poetry while its prisons bled with silence. The king, Jalib the Proud, had a beard as thick as his cruelty and eyes that glistened with suspicion. His court was filled not with wise men but with flatterers dressed as philosophers. The pen was praised, but the sword decided justice.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Fiction
All Hail Dadatron
This is for Mikeydred's June Challenge. Don't get Dad to fix things--if you want them to work. Just a little nonsensical slapstick for Father's Day.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin8 months ago in Fiction
Private Growler's Letter
Dogust 2, 2024 Attn: Colonel Floppy “Long Ears” McSniffles. 418 Waggin Street New Yorkie, NY 10017 Colonel, I regret to inform you that I've failed my 347th escape attempt. After this latest defeat, I've come to believe the initial reports of human simplicity provided by the Central Canine-telligence Agency are either inaccurate or incomplete. It seems improbable, I know, but allow me to elaborate:
By Kenny Penn8 months ago in Fiction
The heart in formaldehyde . Content Warning.
The heart floated in a tall glass cylinder, suspended in a thick, yellowing pool of formaldehyde. Black veins webbed across its surface like ink stains. The tag beneath the case read:
By E. hasan8 months ago in Fiction
Discharge Denied . Content Warning.
They told Corporal Nathan Heller he was cleared for discharge. They gave him papers. A date. A handshake. And a final mission: escort one last supply convoy to Forward Outpost Echo—then he’d go home.
By E. hasan8 months ago in Fiction
We all float downward. Content Warning.
The elevator doors opened on the 13th floor, though the building had no 13th floor. Jacob didn’t question it. Not at first.
By E. hasan8 months ago in Fiction
What remains of celeste . Content Warning.
Adeline’s empire rose like silk smoke in a shallow sky—graceful, untouchable, and ever-expanding. Her atelier became a shrine for the world’s most elite; fashion editors called her a visionary, collectors called her bags immortal. She smiled for the cameras, always with that glint—one part charm, one part shadow.
By E. hasan8 months ago in Fiction
Time is Money 💰
In the city of Chronovale, time wasn’t just measured—it was currency. Every citizen wore a sleek, silver wristband that ticked down their life’s seconds, each tick a coin spent on survival. Rent, food, love—everything cost time. The wealthy hoarded years, their wristbands glowing with surplus, while the poor scrambled, their bands dimming toward zero. Elias Kane was one of the latter, a street artist whose wristband flickered at 3 days, 7 hours, and 42 minutes.
By TrueVocal8 months ago in Fiction
Her Smile Was the Last Clue
The Girl Who Smiled at Rain It all began in the quiet town of Willowbrook, where the rain fell almost every afternoon, and the streets smelled of old books and roses.
By Muhammad Hayat8 months ago in Fiction
The Room Was Locked from Inside… Yet She Was Gone
A Vanishing Act That Baffles All Logic It was supposed to be an ordinary night. Just another evening of laughter echoing through the halls of the cozy suburban home, a house where family challenges and daily vlogs captured a lifestyle many dreamed of. But when the morning came, something was terribly off. Her room, where she was last seen, was locked from the inside. No broken windows. No signs of struggle. No trace of a break-in. And yet, she was gone.
By olxia10 8 months ago in Fiction