Microfiction

Version You
It was just an app. Its name was Echo. Simple interface, calming hues, and a friendly voice that welcomed, "Hi! I'm here to help you live your best life.".
By Subha10 months ago in Fiction
A Cafeteria
Now my school did not have an outside cafeteria, but we did have an area if we wanted to go out just for some fresh air. School cafeterias places of so-called mystery meat and other culinary somewhat disasters in the name of healthy, nutritious eating. No wonder I was mainly a brown-bag person.
By Mark Graham10 months ago in Fiction
Groovy
“What do you think you look like?” “I’m going out, Dad!” My little sister Ruth raised her eyes to the heavens. She’d heard it all before.
By Raymond G. Taylor10 months ago in Fiction
Dear Inanimate Lover
Dear Patient Paper Towel, You never cease to amaze me with your ability to always clean up my messes. Love, Your Wild Wooden Table With The Shaky Leg
By Oneg In The Arctic10 months ago in Fiction
The Third Keeper
The storm churned like a wounded beast. Wind clawed at the cliffs, hurling sheets of rain in wild arcs. Lightning splintered the night, revealing the jagged coastline and, perched defiantly at its edge, a solitary lighthouse—its beam slicing through the tempest like an unblinking eye.
By NoExitStories 10 months ago in Fiction
The Bone Collector’s Daughter – III: The Ravenous Dark. Content Warning.
Don't forget to read the first two! 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"10 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Lullaby
Episode 1: The Rain and the Song The sky had been clear when Ella and Mira walked out of school, with their hands sticky with ink and their bags bulging with half-finished homework. Mira, the younger child, danced and hummed a made-up tune alongside her sister as they trod the dirt path through the fields in the direction of home.
By StoryTime10 months ago in Fiction
Mama ain’t raise no snitch
Mama Ain’t Raise No Snitch When loyalty runs deeper than freedom, silence becomes the ultimate test. The hallway outside the interrogation room was quiet, too quiet for a police precinct that claimed to be fighting crime around the clock. Dre sat at the metal table under a buzzing fluorescent light, eyes locked on the one-way mirror. He knew they were watching him—waiting for him to crack. But Dre had one thing drilled into his soul since childhood: You don’t talk to cops. Ever.
By Rick Brown10 months ago in Fiction
I Thought I Was Different—Until She Left
She left without a word. No tears, no accusations. Just a suitcase by the door and a key on the table. "You don't believe anyone would stay, do you?" she asked, her back turned to me.
By Adam Collins10 months ago in Fiction
Stories in 100 words
A collection of Drabbles, stories written in exactly 100 words, written by the author Raymond G. Taylor. Listed in no particular order. Some you may have seen before, some will be new to you. All are written in exactly 100 words. Enjoy these satisfying one-minute reads.
By Raymond G. Taylor10 months ago in Fiction
The Bone Collector’s Daughter – II: Whispers from the Crypt. Content Warning.
Part 1: The Bone Collector’s Daughter – I: The Inheritance of Shadows III: Whispers from the Crypt The days bled together after the prince’s offer. Vera wandered Blackthorn Hall like a ghost herself, her fingers trailing over the relics of her father’s obsession. The skulls seemed to watch her now, their hollow gazes heavy with secrets.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"10 months ago in Fiction
The Bone Collector’s Daughter – I: The Inheritance of Shadows
1: The Inheritance of Shadows The letter arrived on a day drowned in rain, the ink bleeding at the edges like a fresh wound.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"10 months ago in Fiction