Microfiction
Back When A Dozen Eggs Was A Dime A Dozen
A single woman went to the market. This was back in the days when a dozen eggs was a dime for a dozen. When the woman got home, she opened the carton. To her surprise, there wasn’t eggs in the carton at all but twelve tiny men that were each very different. She laughed with amusement, as she carefully observed them, declaring…
By Rowan Finley 11 months ago in Fiction
The Sand That Eats
Late at night, on the beach, a huge group of college students is having a wild party. The music is loud, the drinks are flowing, and the air is thick with laughter. Mitch reminds everyone to put their phones in a bag so that no incriminating pictures or videos can be taken. Everyone agrees—it’s all about living in the moment.
By Rahul Sanaodwala11 months ago in Fiction
A Night of Chaos and Survival
In 2014, the United States faced a devastating economic collapse, leading to the rise of a totalitarian political party known as the New Founding Fathers of America. With the support of his followers, the President passed a controversial new law called The Purge. This law allowed all crimes to be legal for one night every year, spanning twelve hours. During this time, emergency services were unavailable, Level 10 government officials were untouchable, and weapons above Class 4—such as rocket launchers—were strictly forbidden.
By Rahul Sanaodwala11 months ago in Fiction
A Game That Became Reality
The Call Up In the near future, eight gamers receive mysterious messages inviting them to participate in a new game called The Call Up, promising a grand prize of $100,000. Excited and curious, they arrive at the 25th floor of a luxurious city building. Once inside, a robotic voice instructs them to sign in on a tablet. Then, they are asked to place their personal belongings in lockers and wear provided motion capture suits.
By Rahul Sanaodwala11 months ago in Fiction
Coma
You wake up from a coma and the first thing you notice is a woman sleeping in a chair. The second thing you see is a lot of get-well cards as well as congratulations cards. You wake up with no memory. You have no idea who the woman is and why there are congrats cards in your room.
By Jeremy White11 months ago in Fiction
The Corner Store at the End of the Hill. AI-Generated.
Hyun pressed his back against the small retaining wall, noticing how the late afternoon sun cast an elongated shadow across the asphalt. Just beyond his outstretched legs stood the corner store—an unremarkable building unless you were from this neighborhood. Its bright orange sign, emblazoned with the words “미니스토아,” caught the light of the descending sun. Beneath that, in faintly chipped numerals, was a telephone number no one called anymore. The sign’s edges had begun to curl and fade, like an old photograph left too long in the sun.
By Alpha Cortex11 months ago in Fiction
