Microfiction
Whispers Beneath the Surface
A Desert of Dust and Silence In a quiet desert village where the wind often carried more dust than sound, Lina lived with her grandmother in a small clay house. Life here was dry in more ways than one — the air, the soil, and often, the spirit. The days passed with chores, silence, and stories whispered under flickering lanterns. But nestled at the edge of the village stood an ancient, half-forgotten mosque, and beside it, a cracked stone well that hadn’t been used for years. The villagers said its water had vanished. Lina discovered otherwise.
By Hanifullah Hanif9 months ago in Fiction
The Tortured Hulls of Goodwin Sands
There's a place, just off the coast of Kent, England, where ships go to die. Clever people have wondered: why do so many shipwrecks happen here? They ponder about the tricky weather smack in a prime trade route. Surely thinking of all those ships... ancient, and less ancient... creaking and groaning, and rattling their tortured chains on the sea bed...
By L.C. Schäfer9 months ago in Fiction
Infiltration
Chapter 3: Infiltration Silence is Their Weapon. Truth is Their Target. The rain had stopped, but the air was still soaked with tension. Every footstep echoed like a drumbeat inside Adam Rahman’s head. Tonight was the night. No more simulations. No more dry runs. It was time to enter the belly of the beast.
By Kevin Hudson9 months ago in Fiction
Lemonade Skies
The first thing Ava noticed when she stepped off the bus was the smell of lemons. Not strong, not artificial — just faint enough to feel real. The kind of scent that danced through the summer breeze and reminded her of freedom, even if she hadn’t felt it in a long time.
By Esther Sun9 months ago in Fiction
The Last Feather
Be proud--of your humility. Michelle Liew. 🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶 In the sky kingdom of Aviar, feathers weren't just fashion-they were the rule of law. Lord Vantrello was a peacock - a flamboyant figure. a shining star of Aviar's aristocracy, he strutted about with bejewelled plumes turned Aviar and envious green. His feathers weren't just ornate--they were his kingly decree.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin9 months ago in Fiction
