Microfiction
Footprints in the Wrong Direction
A Trail That Shouldn’t Exist In the cold, mountain village of Ravenshade, 15-year-old Noah Elwin had always followed the rules. He never wandered into the forest, never stayed out after dark, and never questioned why the old northern path was forbidden.
By Muhammad Hayat10 months ago in Fiction
The Thing Behind the Window
It started on a rainy Tuesday night. I was up late studying for my history test, trying not to fall asleep at my desk. Everyone else in the house had gone to bed. The only sound was the soft ticking of the wall clock and the occasional rumble of thunder outside.
By NoExitStories 10 months ago in Fiction
A Bowl & A Prayer
There's one on every corner. All with beards to their belly-buttons. Even the women. Ribs sticking out for miles. It's the feet that catch your eye, mainly because you've got your head down. A cracked and empty bowl between them don't look at that don't look don't look no, it's easier to look at the feet, revolting as they are. Sandals barely held together with dirt. Toenails long and yellow, caked in grime.
By L.C. Schäfer10 months ago in Fiction
It’s a Gift to be Simple
He shattered the normalcy of my life with a jarring abruptness. A silent observer, he meticulously pilfered pieces of my world. I never glimpsed him, never knew the face behind the shadow, yet he was a big part of my life - a creepy presence that I knew nothing about but called Klept.
By Archery Owl10 months ago in Fiction
I Couldn't Promise Her a Future, So She Left
She left without taking much, except for the calendar we bought together. It was the first day of the new year. She rolled up the calendar, placed it in her bag, and didn't ask if I wanted to keep a page as a memento. She didn't say "take care" or "goodbye."
By Adam Collins10 months ago in Fiction
