Microfiction
Love, Please Return
Love, Please Return Sometimes, love is about longing, suffering, and hope that will not give up. It is not always about happy endings. This is the real-life story of Rohan and Aisha, two souls who loved deeply but lost their way, only to realize that some hearts are meant to beat together, no matter how far they drift apart.
By Afia Sikder11 months ago in Fiction
The Murder Ticket
The prisons were overwhelmed and overcrowded and recruitment was at an all time low. So the government proposed a lottery: eligible prisoners – non-violent, non-sexual, non-career criminals – could win rewards and dispensations, including the chance to leave the prison forever.
By Addison Alder11 months ago in Fiction
Primal Appetite. Runner-Up in 500 Word Shockwave Challenge.
The jungle's daytime cacophony, mostly birds and mammals, gives way to its nighttime cacophony, mostly amphibians and insects. Every scent stimulates me. I breathe cloying flowers, sour fruit, and the overripe odors of countless things thriving on the corpses of countless other things.
By Deanna Cassidy11 months ago in Fiction
Ghost Writer. Top Story - March 2025.
Over my dead body would I stay here again Date of travel: 29 October – 1 November 2024 I’ll cut to the chase – your house isn’t haunted. Yes, it sent shivers down my spine, but I’ll attribute that to the woefully inadequate central heating system rather than any ghostly goings-on. I still can’t believe I let myself be tricked – hoodwinked by your website listing. I’m so furious, I’m spitting literal feathers.
By Caroline Craven11 months ago in Fiction
Death by Moonlight . Top Story - March 2025.
I put down my sandwich, the salty pickles and melty cheese not hitting like usual; each swallow felt hollow. I sighed. Comfort food had lost its comfort. I reluctantly switched on the TV, wishing I could stay in denial. I slid the curtains closed to block the glare.
By Steph Marie11 months ago in Fiction
Why me?
*-- I'm in no way special. That's a certainty I can see every day. I'm just one more in the group, but I do my best to keep up with the rest. I do my job and try freaking hard to contribute to our community, as everybody else does. You can see me going far away, farther than all of my friends, and still coming back on time, every time. Does that count as a gift? I don't think so.
By Alex Torres11 months ago in Fiction
Ballyhoo at the Hall of Mirrors
“Step right up, step right up! Come see the amazing, the magical, the mesmerizing HALL OF MIRRORS. See yourself like you’ve never seen yourself before. You’ll be entranced. You’ll be astounded. You’ll be enlightened. Gaze into your own reflection and see the wonders of what can be, what will be, what was never to come. What’s your name son, what’s your name?”
By Amos Glade11 months ago in Fiction
Mall Chaos
This is chaotic. Trying my best to focus, I stood to the side. A dude who looked awfully similar to Abe Lincoln ran past me. It caused me to jump out of the way. “Holy shit, did you see that?!” I asked my best friend Jacob. He nodded. It was easy to tell he was overstimulated, like when he had to talk in front of the class. It was crazy. One of my friends waved us down near the skating rink. We passed by some crazy guy going nuts on a set of keyboards. The sound of messed/ up rock filled my ears. My friend covered his ears and yanked at my arm. Probably because I stopped. Rock was my favorite type of music. My parents often put on the classics like Kiss. Still, Jacob pulled me away. I could see my friends waving frantically and laughed. An old guy was on the ice, belly down and sliding. My eyes rolled at the sight. “You guys have better things to do than laugh at someone's grandpa?”
By Crystal Neal11 months ago in Fiction
