Microfiction

Ruin Your Mid-Twenties
Social streaming, also called life streaming, is one of the best ways to absolutely obliterate your circadian rhythm. Start because you are lonely. Like cosmically lonely. Like you talk to the kettle lonely.
By Lacie Grayson2 months ago in Fiction
How To Start Your Day
1) Wake up, preferably early enough so you can watch the sun rise and soak in the Vitamin D. 2) Drink a bottle of water. It wakes up the brain and helps flush out any toxins from the night before.
By Amethyst Champagne2 months ago in Fiction
How to fill a hot water bottle. (Or, How to get through the night.)
1. Go to the cupboard where you keep all the towels and sheets. It's at the top of the stairs. Take a deep breath and roll your shoulders back. For this will take some effort. Reach up and dig into the mountain of materials. Past the scratchy towels, the creased sheets, the mismatched pillowcases, the marooned sock. Keep feeling until you find something somewhat soft. There might be a bit of matting from lack of use. With a slight hardness underneath. Grab onto it. Firmly. Begin to start pulling it out of its hole. Like a game of Jenga, don't let the mountain get on top of you. It helps to use one hand for steadying the mountain and the other hand for gripping on to the hot water bottle. Carefully slide it out. Take your time.
By Sarah O'Grady2 months ago in Fiction
What If?
"Hi Cindy!" "Hi yourself, John!" "Are you ready to go on an awesome hike?" "Sure, I'm excited. I brought the snacks. Did you bring a flashlight?"
By Julie Lacksonen2 months ago in Fiction
Tall Timmy & the Top Hat
Timmy wasn’t just short—he was the shortest seventh grader in his class. In his school. In his town, even. He had to stand on his tippy toes to reach the faucet in the restroom. He had to suck in his breath and reach for his lunch tray until his back cracked. He had to find small windows of space in the horde of classmates during dismissal, just to spot his mom’s car. She frequently circled the pick-up line, as if she were a fixture on the worst carousel ever.
By SUEDE the poet2 months ago in Fiction
A Practical Manual for Accountability. Winner in Instructions Included Challenge.
This manual exists because something already went wrong. If you are reading this, it is likely because You caused harm and tried to minimize it.
By Cadma2 months ago in Fiction
Shimmering with golden light
As the dragon slept, Jason climbed the tree and snatched the ram skin from the branch. Shielding his eyes from the blinding glow, he quickly descended, the golden radiance illuminating the dark grove like a rising sun.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 months ago in Fiction
The Record Remains
This day in 1919 marks the Great Boston Molasses Flood, when a molasses storage tank burst in Boston's East End and consumed 21 lives.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Fiction
The Fire In The Lake
It was winter forever. The trees were white , the ground felt like permafrost. The rivers and the streams that flowed into the lake eventually froze but we could get water to drink and to boil.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction
The Devil's Cut . Top Story - January 2026.
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 months ago in Fiction
A Journey of Pickles
Stuart looked at his hamburger. “Perfect, except for one detail.” He walked to the pantry, looked at the shelves for a few long moments. He sighed. “We’re out of pickles.” He sighed again. Deeper. “I hate the basement.” He looked at the door leading down to the deep, dark basement. “Fine.”
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Fiction
Elf Doll. Content Warning.
An Elf doll sat on the sofa. He wore a green outfit. His big blue eyes shone like wet marbles. In walked Stephanie. She noticed the doll on the sofa and called out to her husband.
By DJ Robbins2 months ago in Fiction