Microfiction

Crimson Veil: The Rise of Seraphina Vale
Chapter 1: The Spark Seraphina Vale had always known she was different. Born in the neon-soaked city of Lucent Harbor, where skyscrapers clawed at the clouds and night never truly fell thanks to the endless blaze of holographic ads, she was raised by her grandmother — a quiet woman who whispered of old bloodlines and ancient oaths.
By Rohan10 months ago in Fiction
Meteor Birthed Barbarian
I write fiction, but I am first and foremost a poet, so this is actually more narrative poetry. However, I hope it will be accepted into the beginning-endings challenge. I am always one to ride the fence when it comes to a prompt, I will admit.
By K.B. Silver 10 months ago in Fiction
The Hollow Box (Part-8)
Episode 8: “Bloodlines” Rain fell over Arundel as if the city itself wept. At home, Lara and Lana returned with Iris, whose head still spun with visions. She was set down on the attic floor — the one space that had never been touched since their mother died.
By StoryTime10 months ago in Fiction
The Shadow in Room 413
The rain pounded on the cracked pavement as Arman hurried toward the only building still lit on the deserted street — The Silver Nest Hotel.
By Syed Sarafat10 months ago in Fiction
The Hollow Box (Part-7)
Episode 7: “The Things Beneath” The sisters took Iris to the one place no one would think to look — the old greenhouse behind the Arundel Cemetery. It had belonged to their grandmother, abandoned for years but still standing. Vines covered the roof, moonlight slipped through cracked glass, and the air smelled like forgotten soil. They huddled there, wrapping Iris in a blanket and lighting a few candles. Lara sat across from her. “Start from the beginning.” Iris looked down, as if searching for pieces inside her.
By StoryTime10 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of Yesterday, the Train That Took Me Home
Emma's heels clicked against the cracked floor of the abandoned station, each echo swallowed by the heavy, unnatural fog. The timetable above flickered once before going dark — all trains canceled, except one.
By Syed Sarafat10 months ago in Fiction
Lucy’s fear . Top Story - April 2025.
At night, the woods are an entirely different world. Whilst during the day, there’s a breeze of magic with fairytale feeling at times, the dark hours awaken mystery, and sometimes … fear.
By Susan Fourtané 10 months ago in Fiction
Shifting Sands
The steward stood beside the pedestal, wringing his wrinkled hands. Time was running out. He couldn’t see the constant stream of sand – he’d never seen anything – but he could hear how each grain hit the mountain of sand when it landed. The thumps had grown duller as the fall became shorter.
By D.K. Shepard10 months ago in Fiction
The whistler of wren hollow
The Miller family moved into the house at the edge of Wren Hollow on a rainy spring morning. It wasn’t much — the roof sagged, the floors creaked, and the woods beyond whispered in a language only trees knew — but it was theirs.
By E. hasan10 months ago in Fiction
Across Cultures, Between Hearts
"Across Cultures, Between Hearts" A Love Story of Boundaries Broken and Hearts United In the heart of San Francisco, where fog rolled in like whispered secrets and streetcars rattled through time, Mr. Shah Khan lived a life of quiet purpose. Originally from Lahore, Pakistan, Shah was a literature professor at a small liberal arts college, known for his passion for Rumi, Baldwin, and his afternoon chai, which he made himself in a copper pot passed down from his grandmother.
By Shah saab IT10 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Saw the Tomorrow
The first time Elara predicted the future, she was six years old. At first, it seemed like a small thing: a lost dog that was found before its owner even knew it had gone missing. However, as time went on, the glimpses became sharper, clearer, and darker.
By MD Tarek Aziz 10 months ago in Fiction
Silk & Nipples
John's fingers lingered. Soft. So soft. John was not soft. John was hard. One more touch of the tantalising material, a finger trailing over silk and lace... and John slid the drawer closed.
By L.C. Schäfer10 months ago in Fiction