Microfiction
The Duality of Twins
It's funny how the same upbringing could so frequently produce such different people. It was never more prominent, to my own belief, than in myself and my sister. Identical twin girls, you would expect us to be the same right down to our breakfast preferences. You wouldn't be alone in this view, either.
By Alexa Forbes-Ritte9 months ago in Fiction
The Last Library
The world ended not with a bang, but with a slow, persistent silence. Fifty years ago, the Great Forgetting began. It wasn’t a war or a virus—just... loss. People woke up not remembering their names. Entire histories faded from minds, cultures collapsed not from conflict, but from erasure. No one knew why. It was as if knowledge itself had slipped through the cracks of human thought.
By Ashley Anthony9 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Heir
The bell over the door tinkled with a sound as delicate as a whisper, despite its rusted spring and age. Elliot Travers stepped into the clock shop his grandfather had owned for nearly sixty years, inhaling the scent of varnished wood, oil, and time. It hadn’t changed in the two decades since he’d last visited as a boy—though the man who once stood behind the counter, stooped and grinning, was now gone.
By Ashley Anthony9 months ago in Fiction
The Meeting
The city was slick with rain — the kind that clings to your coat and blurs the edges of the night. Neon signs bled their colours into puddles, flickering like restless ghosts on wet asphalt. The smell of damp concrete mixed with exhaust fumes, hanging heavy in the air like a warning. I kept my eyes on the road, but my mind tuned into the quiet tension resting heavy in the backseat.
By Bentley Brown9 months ago in Fiction
Maggie's Mind
The vicar rolled his eyes every time Maggie opened her mouth. She spoke her mind for better and for worse. Her sharp tongue and lack of political correctness made her an icon in the village. Because deep down, everyone knew she was a lovely lady in small doses.
By Chloe Gilholy9 months ago in Fiction
Whispers Beneath the Mango Trees
The First Light of Mango Grove In the gentle warmth of dawn, the first light of the sun crept across the horizon, spilling gold over the lush, dew-drenched fields. The scent of mango blossoms floated on the morning breeze, soft and sweet, stirring the peaceful landscape awake. It was the time when even the birds hesitated to chirp, reverent of the stillness that hovered over the land like a sacred prayer.
By Mukhtiar Ahmad9 months ago in Fiction
A morning of misunderstanding
It was morning. A kind of orange sun came through the Thai glass of the balcony and made the room sparkle. Shan's room was already filled with orange bedsheets, curtains and carpets. As soon as he woke up, his mood was spoiled. He forgot to draw the curtains of the window last night—such a beautiful sleep was ruined
By Ishrat Jahan 9 months ago in Fiction
