Microfiction

Drift black. Content Warning.
The Argonaut V drifted at the edge of the Charybdis Void, a black slit in the universe where stars went to die. No comms. No telemetry. Just static and silence.Drift Black
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
Secret agent
At 600 hours, a Special Operations Executive agent was dropped by a parachute into enemy territory. Safely on the ground, he quickly buried the jumpsuit and parachute.
By Susan Fourtané 9 months ago in Fiction
More Flesh. More Bone.. Content Warning.
Bracing himself, and ignoring the insistent tapping outside, our writer friend pulls himself to the desk (again). Why do I do this? It's a fool's errand. Only a very stupid intelligent person would do this...
By L.C. Schäfer9 months ago in Fiction
Ben 10: Rise of the Shadow Core
It was a quiet afternoon in Bellwood, and Ben Tennyson, now 15 and a little taller (but still cocky), was chilling on the Rustbucket 3.0 with a mega-chili dog in one hand and his feet up on the dashboard.
By sadhin khan9 months ago in Fiction
The trial
The dwarf tied the hands of the human creature behind it, keeping hold of the end of the rope. They started to walk at a fast pace. Crossing the forest at night was not easy. The dwarf was carrying a small lamp. They had to reach the Witch’s castle before midnight. Then, the expected trial would begin.
By Susan Fourtané 9 months ago in Fiction
The Bone Collector's Daughter - IV: The Original Sin
Don't forget to read the first three! The Bone Collector’s Daughter – I: The Inheritance of Shadows The Bone Collector’s Daughter – II: Whispers from the Crypt
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Fiction
The Clock That Cried at Midnight
The Clock That Cried at Midnight In a quiet corner of an old city street, there stood a dusty little antique shop. Inside were worn-out books, faded picture frames, and creaky old toys. But the most curious object in the shop was a very old clock hanging on the back wall. Its paint had faded, its hands were rusted, and every night at exactly midnight, it let out a soft, sorrowful sob.
By USAMA KHAN9 months ago in Fiction
Begging for a Bite
I wanted her to sink her fangs into my fragile skin. To drink me up. Lick the drops of my blood from her ruby red lips. I wanted to feel the weightlessness of the aftereffects, euphoria, the tingling of my existence wavering on the edge.
By Oneg In The Arctic9 months ago in Fiction
The Courtroom
The judge continues "and after completing your sentence if still alive you will come back to this town and show them how much you have changed, and you must compensate the community somehow when you return. You are now 18 so you unless you really get on someone's nerves you will survive this.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
The Courtroom
The audience and all present were on pins and needles. The judge is about to state the result. "I find the defendant Guilty on all charges of assault and weckless endangerment of a whole community. You, Morty Sidewinder, will be remanded to the state penitentiary for the next 15 to 20 years plus.....
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
The Courtroom
The judge has arrived. All may be seated. Will the defendants please rise. They rose from their chairs. This was a very long case during this long hot and humid summer. We were all tired, but we wanted to make sure that justice was brought for the victims of one heinous crime presented.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
The Courtroom
The courtroom was filled to capacity for this particular case. The audience is excited to see how this case turns out. The prosecutors and defense attorneys along with the defendants are present. Now we are waiting for the judge. It is a day that is hot and steamy and no air. Waiting now....
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction