Microfiction

The Room That Appears to Only One Person
If you believe, dear human, that your life is nothing more than daily routines—waking up early in the morning, going to work, spending pleasant time with friends, discussing household management with your spouse, taking care of your children and searching for the best ways to lead them toward happiness and success, then going to bed as a just person who wrongs no one and feels satisfied that he is successful—if you believe that all these beautiful habits are what every ambitious person strives for in order to live in a way that contributes to the success of any society… is that really enough? Is life limited to these daily routines until death? Of course not. And you must discover another world, no less important than your current
By ahmed mahmoud2 months ago in Fiction
Neferzia
Backstory Blog ~ Neferzia Neferzia is the twin sister of Nefertius, intelligent and skilled siblings of King Arrin of Flarein.
By Mel E. Furnish2 months ago in Fiction
Aftercare
“I don’t want it to hurt,” he said. “You’ll scar.” “Good.” The brush moved across her ribs, iodine blooming into a bruise she hadn’t earned. Steam rose from the basin, smelling of salt and old metal.
By Fatal Serendipity2 months ago in Fiction
A Day without my phone
Yawning, I stirred sleepily in bed, reaching for the edge of my bedside table to grab my phone. The time read 7 a.m. on the dot. I had an uneasy feeling that something was amiss, but I just couldn't figure out what. It took one rub of my eyes and a quick glance at my phone's screen to know what was wrong—ugh, my battery percentage. It showed a glowing 2%, or was it just my mind making my doom shine like the sun?
By Gift Abotsi 2 months ago in Fiction
The Dossier
“Not the sharpest tool in the shed, am I?” Billie Eilish handed Elon a folder. “And don’t think about destroying it. It’s just a copy.”
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 months ago in Fiction
The Observer Effect
Dr. Aris Thorne’s mission was one of pure, academic observation. Her destination: a Neolithic settlement in Northern Europe, 3000 BCE. The date: the Autumn Equinox. Her goal: to finally document the undisrupted "Rite of Balance," a ceremony where ancient druids were said to harmonize the dying sun with the coming dark, ensuring a mild winter. It was the holy grail of temporal anthropology.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
Her, my mother-in-law
Her, my mother-in-law I love my mother-in-law. She loves me, too, or at least I think she does. I dream about her each night.
By BHUMI2 months ago in Fiction
Couch Potato
It had been an extraordinarily long day for Gary. Much, much longer than any previous day. Gary was tired, so much more tired than he had been on any previously long day he had had. I should sleep well tonight, Gary thought to himself as he sat down. Sinking deeply into his well-worn plush recliner, his thoughts echoed: I should sleep.
By Ashley McMahon2 months ago in Fiction
The Stone Remembers
Long before rivers were charted and kingdoms recorded on maps, Sumatra's waters carried more than trade — they carried whispers of ambition, power, and memory. In the mud and currents of a forgotten riverbank, history waits for those who dare to listen.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Fiction
The Night Postman Who Delivered Forgotten Hearts. AI-Generated.
The city was a mosaic of silence after midnight — windows dim, roads empty, and the sky stitched together with thin, patient stars. Most people slept. Most people dreamed.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
'FRANKENSTEIN' - A LONELY SOUL (REVIEW)
In Guillermo del Toro's "Frankenstein", the monster created by anatomist Victor wants to be loved but is rejected. Guillermo del Toro is a director of the unusual, who always finds beauty in the soul behind the unusual appearance. From Hellboy, The Shape of Water to Pinocchio, the characters, whether demons, mermaids or wooden puppets, all have kind hearts. In Frankenstein, a project that has been cherished for more than two decades, the Mexican director returns to the world of science fiction stories, but this time delves into the tragedy between father and son, between creator and created creature.
By HieuDinh2 months ago in Fiction
The Whistleblower
Elon felt stupid wearing a white muscle shirt, jean shorts, and a baseball cap, especially in November, but the person behind the text message had told him not to dress like himself to avoid getting recognized. Like anyone in Middle-of-Nowhere, Northern California would recognize him anyway.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 months ago in Fiction