Microfiction
His Father's Son
Tedros was many things; one of them being that he was his father's son. He was very much stubborn and set in his ways. In his eighteen years, he found there was little he could do to change his destiny. It was a future he grappled with since he could remember. On his desk, he found a torn piece of parchment. Frantically, he read it over a few times. Anger and grief rolled through him heavily, making his stomach twist. Now the throne laid on his shoulders. It was a truth he hoped would not come so soon. Crumpling it angrily, he went to find the one item he knew she couldn't handle. No one could lift it except for him and his father.
By Crystal Neal11 months ago in Fiction
"Perfection Is an Illusion"
"Perfection Is an Illusion" As a child, Sarah had always been ideal. That is what her parents expected her to be, anyway. She had received accolades for her academic success, her well-behaved manner, and her capacity to perform exceptionally well in all she attempted throughout her early years. However, Sarah had a weight that no one ever saw beneath the smiles. She feared failing.
By Rajoan Islam11 months ago in Fiction
"The Doubt Mirror"
"The Doubt Mirror" Routine has always been Lena's style. She ate the same breakfast, dressed in the same clothes, and took the same route every day. Although not remarkable, her life was steady and straightforward. But lately, she had been bothered by something. Like an itch she could not reach, a faint sensation that was initially nearly undetectable had started to creep under her skin. She could not say for sure when the uneasiness started, but it started when she moved into the old, rickety flat on the outskirts of town. She was just aware that it was choking her and growing.
By Rajoan Islam11 months ago in Fiction
"The Final Spark"
"The Final Spark" In the year 2157, humanity had reached the edge of a new age. Humanity has entered a golden age of knowledge as a result of scientific and technological breakthroughs that had revolutionized society. However, every development brought with it a new set of issues, and the energy crisis was one disastrous occurrence that was just around the corner. The globe had been mostly dependent on fossil fuels for decades, and while green energy alternatives had been developed, they were insufficient to fulfill the growing demands of an exponentially growing population. Scientists, businesses, and governments had frantically tried to find a solution, but none appeared to be workable until Dr. Elara Nova entered the picture.
By Rajoan Islam11 months ago in Fiction
Harry Potter vs. Fantastic Beasts: Which Series Did It Better?
The Great Wizarding World Debate was about to take place. The interiors of Hogwarts were filled with the flickering banners showing the world of Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts; the golds and blues mixing beautifully.
By Bishnu Kumar 11 months ago in Fiction
The Last Set. Top Story - March 2025.
I haven’t seen Rosemarie since high school when we were in a band called Living on the Wind. We performed in small coffee houses on the New England coast. Now, I’m a retired vocalist and a former hippie, volunteering at shelters. I see her standing in the food line with her incomplete wishes.
By Pamela Williams11 months ago in Fiction
"Ain't Working on Me!"
In a media literacy class, a discussion of advertising evolution from straightforward "buy this product!" messages of 1900s to elaborate storytelling and imagery of the 21st century was illustrated by a 2015 Extra gum commercial centered on a love story of high school sweethearts.
By Lana V Lynx11 months ago in Fiction
Skeletons. Top Story - March 2025.
It was a big night for Jane Echols, as she stepped up to the podium and addressed a huge crowd, mainly consisting of women. This was something near and dear to Jane, as she was speaking at her very creation: a huge foundation for survivors of domestic abuse. Her speech, for the most part, was the same one she always gave; consisting of inspiring words and also mentioning the motivation behind her foundation: her daughter, Bridget.
By Clyde E. Dawkins11 months ago in Fiction
You complete me
Ah, so you finally join me after all these years… Yes, indeed, it took some time but I am glad to be here. Such a delight for me to see the gap filled. I had been grasping for a resolution toward the end of my career and now you have brought it to me. Thus may I rest.
By Raymond G. Taylor11 months ago in Fiction
