Microfiction

3 Impressive Hot Wheels Star Wars Series.
Introduction When two beloved franchises collide, magic happens. Hot Wheels, the iconic die-cast car brand from Mattel, and Star Wars, the legendary space opera from Lucasfilm, have joined forces over the years to create some of the most visually stunning and collectible toy series in history. With their roots deep in pop culture, both brands have fans spanning multiple generations, and the Hot Wheels Star Wars collaboration has become a must-have for collectors, fans, and enthusiasts alike.
By Krypton 9 months ago in Fiction
STARLIGHT PARASITE . Content Warning.
They called it The Eye of Nysa—a rogue star caught drifting between galaxies, flickering faintly like a beacon no one meant to follow. The crew of the long-range explorer Odyssia didn’t go looking for it. The Eye found them. It started with light. A pale shimmer that leaked into the observation deck’s viewports—an impossible glow with no known source, pulsing like a heartbeat. Dr. Vanya Roth, xenobiologist, was the first to see it. She stared at it for five minutes, unmoving, before someone shook her. “Are you okay?” asked Lieutenant Bray. She turned slowly, smile thin. “It’s not a star.”
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
"The Crimson Dharma” Recovered journal pages. Author: Unknown. Content Warning.
ENTRY 1 – DAY 0 They told me it was enlightenment. That the path to truth was paved in silence, discipline, and the shedding of flesh. They handed me robes the color of dried blood. The compound gates closed behind me with the sound of something ancient being buried.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Lullaby(Part-4)
You can read out Episode 3 link in below.. Episode 4: The Price of Wishing The room lay tranquil with silence alive; Mira sat limiting herself at the edge beside Ella, all wrapped in the blanket, with the old brown book open before them. The music box and note on the bed felt almost vibrating with presence.
By StoryTime9 months ago in Fiction
The Last Train to Tanjong Merah. Top Story - May 2025.
Even the dead must commute. 🚉🚃🚃🚃🚃🌧️🚉🚃🚃🚃🚃🌧️🚉🚃🚃🚃🚃🌧️🚉🚃🚃🚃🚃🌧️🚉🚃🚃🚃🚃🌧️ Mist rose off Tanjong Merah’s tracks. The depot bore the odour of dust and rain. Under its flickering lights was a girl—always wet, always waiting.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin9 months ago in Fiction
Oh, the Holes We Dig!
Granddad and I always used to dig holes. “Why we digging granddad?” I’d ask. “I told ya son… might hit treasure or somethin’ interesting.”
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Fiction
My Brother Passed Away in 1999. Last Night, He Sent Me a Text.
My Brother Passed Away in 1999. Last Night, He Sent Me a Text. I sat there for a minute, staring at the screen, my coffee growing cold in my cup. The message was brief: "Meet me where we buried the watch." No number. No contact name. But I knew that phrase like a scar—I was eleven when my brother whispered it to me the day before the accident. The day his car went off that cliff in 1999. We never found his body. We never found the watch. And now, twenty-six years later, my dead brother was texting me from a number that didn’t exist.
By Get Rich9 months ago in Fiction
The Little Cabin/house
The person came out of the little cabin with the book in hand. Went over to the big rocks, and looked really closely at them. Noticed that indeed they were tombstones. Looked at the book and at the stones, and the names in the book matched the ones on these stones. Rest easy.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
The Classroom
What can one learn in a classroom? We all learn our letters and numbers and a many other skills as well. One needs to look beyond the basics. Classrooms, as this one can teach many things like how to get along with others in the community, but will it be rote or not?
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
She Said 'We're Not Right,' But Her Eyes Told a Different Story
She left without shedding a single tear. Just placed the key gently on my desk and gave me a faint smile. That smile wasn't bitter or resentful.
By Adam Collins10 months ago in Fiction
Keynote Speaker, Blindside
She appeared so sweet and kindhearted at the training. Sitting with her hands folded, she appeared to be as polite as a well-trained princess. Little did everyone know, she was going to betray the whole department very soon. Her keynote speech was full of trite comments and expressions. She misspoke a few times, but everyone excused her readily, keeping their attention alert.
By Rowan Finley 10 months ago in Fiction
She Danced in My Funeral
Written from the soul of the dead I was dead. Truly dead. I only realized it when I saw my own body lying in the casket, motionless, surrounded by flowers that smelled too sweet for something so tragic. People came, offered their condolences, cried a little… and left.
By USAMA KHAN10 months ago in Fiction