Microfiction
The Wallet in the Park
It was the kind of morning that whispered secrets to the trees. Golden sunlight filtered through the canopy of Everbrook Park, and the air smelled like fresh-cut grass. Thirteen-year-old Ravi wandered down the path, dragging his feet, a little bored and a lot curious. School was closed for the day. His friends were out of town, his parents were working, and worst of all—his phone was dead.
By Ahmad Malik9 months ago in Fiction
The Honest Woodcutter — A Moral Story About Integrity
In a quiet village nestled at the edge of a vast forest, lived a poor woodcutter named Harun. Each day before sunrise, he ventured into the forest, his worn axe resting on his shoulder and hope in his heart. Life wasn’t easy—his hands were blistered, his clothes faded, and his earnings barely enough to care for his ailing mother. But Harun had something rare: he was honest to the core.
By Ahmad Malik9 months ago in Fiction
The Dragon’s Oath: A Tale of Ashes and Roses
Chapter 1: The Bargain The village of Blackthorn was dying. For months, the great black dragon Ignarion had circled their skies, his shadow darkening the fields, his fiery breath withering their crops. The elders had tried offerings—gold, livestock, even their finest wines—but nothing satisfied the beast. Then, one fateful evening, the dragon spoke.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Fiction
She Is Woman
She always wondered why the Bible said God was a Man. The Creator. God The Father, God The Son, A Holy Ghost but no women. Until Eve, and they blamed her for all that was wrong in the world. She knew that she was the real Creator She was always the one who would bring life into this world. God was never a man She Is Woman
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA9 months ago in Fiction
"The Healer’s Burden: Faith, Legacy, and the Weight of Divine Gifts"
The Healer understood her gift far better than the Apprentice ever could. To be *Blessed* was not about skill or effort—it was simply *being*, carrying a selfless faith so profound that it shaped the world without intent. Though she healed with her hands, sometimes the Divine intervened, mending what mortal ability could not.
By Nasir Khan9 months ago in Fiction
Whispers from the Dark Drift
In the year 2142, Earth was no longer the center of civilization. Humanity had spread across the solar system, building domed cities on Mars, mining colonies on Jupiter’s moons, and floating research stations in the orbit of Saturn. But in all that advancement, something deeply human was lost — the hunger for wonder.
By ABDULLAH AL LOKMAN9 months ago in Fiction
