Microfiction

Siren's Song
Fifth November, the year of our lord eighteen hundred and eleven Meredith, My Siren, I hear your call all the way from London.
By Matthew J. Fromm9 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Unsent
Echoes of the Unsent “Every message you delete still gets delivered—just not to the person you think.” Layla stared at the message on her screen.
By FAIZAN AFRIDI9 months ago in Fiction
A Test of Truth: A Short Story About Integrity
The Surprise That Changed Everything It was a misty Friday morning in Greenhill Town. The school bell had just rung, and class 7B at Oakridge School was buzzing with chatter and sleepy yawns. But something unusual was about to happen—something that would test more than just academic skills.
By Ahmad Malik9 months ago in Fiction
A Resignation Letter
I Ada am resigning from the basement life. It's been two years, but we always knew this day was coming, I no longer want to enter the dark dungeon I called my home, I no longer want to turn on every light in my house just so I can see where I need to sit. I no longer want to let my dog out to the front yar, so he can be tied up to the front railing, I would like him to have a yard; he can roam freely chasing after birds and digging up the yard. It's been great for the first few years of marriage, but basement you have caused me to be sick on too many occasions, the radon and carbon levels are too high and it's best that we part ways. My health is more important than your well being of a basement suite. You have kept me in the dark away from the vitamin D that I deserve. It's cold in our bedroom and I am tired of freezing in the night before my husband joins me in bed, and using my electric blanket. I ma tired of looking outside the window and seeing car tires and the wall of another house. It feels so empty and hollow even though my photos are up on the walls along with his guitars and yet it feels so empty. The walls feel cold int he mid-winter. I am resigning because I don't like going down the stairs to get home, I don't like that my rent keeps going up when you basement suite have not changed a bit. I am now graduating up to a main floor, where I can walk up to the front door, where I do not feel self-conscious inviting a friend over for movie night.
By Ada Zuba9 months ago in Fiction
Self-Belief Power
Maya always thought she wasn’t meant for great things. From the outside, she seemed like an ordinary person—quiet, cautious, and content to stay in her comfort zone. But inside, a restless voice whispered doubts she had learned to ignore for years.
By Aima Charle9 months ago in Fiction
Self Dignity
The Mirror Never Lies In the bustling heart of Mumbai lived Meera, a 38-year-old housemaid who moved silently through the halls of a wealthy family’s apartment. Her hands bore callouses from years of hard work, but her eyes held a quiet dignity that no amount of scrubbing could wash away.
By Aima Charle9 months ago in Fiction
The Passenger
The city lights blurred as I pulled the sleek black car to a stop outside the hotel entrance. It was just past midnight, and the streets were mostly quiet—the perfect time for secrets to come alive. The faint scent of leather and rain lingered in the air inside the cabin. I glanced at my watch: 12:07 a.m. Sharp on time, as always. I was Bentley Brown, your chauffeur, but not just any driver. I was a silent witness to countless stories—some whispered, some shouted—all hidden behind closed doors.
By Bentley Brown9 months ago in Fiction
Your Name Was My Favorite Word—Until It Wasn’t
I used to carve it into fogged shower glass with one careful finger. Whisper it to my pillow like a prayer. Let it roll around my mouth like the last sip of good wine—*your name*, a sacrament in three syllables.
By Wiki Rjm9 months ago in Fiction
Winston's world magazine. Top Story - May 2025.
As they clink glasses they regard each other, at first with a knowing look in their eyes then just the hint of a smile but nothing more. Hetty and Charlotte go so far back that the new team members consider them as ‘precious antiques’, which they did not take as a compliment but rather an insight into their colleagues' thought process. Kinder comments they had heard and also much worse.
By Paula Smith9 months ago in Fiction
The Art of Breaking Without a Sound
You learn the technique quickly—how to dissolve into nothingness without disturbing the air. **Step 1: The Disappearing Act** Start with the small things: - Stop humming in the shower - Let your coffee go cold - Bite your tongue instead of laughing
By Wiki Rjm9 months ago in Fiction
The Last Waltz
Never let anyone lead you astray.- Michelle Liew 🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰 Dance steps still echoed through the halls of Encore Dance Studio, flowing with the eerie rhythm of the chandeliers.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin9 months ago in Fiction
A Love Story
It will be one day for some, one night for some, no one will like it more—I will never go away with this bad nature of mine, Shan was humming to himself standing by the window. Next to him, his roommates—Riyaz, Surya, and Naushad—were drifting off into the intoxication of alcohol. The night before the exam, but no one was tense. Naushad had finished the entire bottle by himself
By Ishrat Jahan 9 months ago in Fiction