Microfiction
The Tale of the Enchanted Nights
The Tale of the Enchanted Nights The desert wind carried whispers of a tale long forgotten, a story of love, resilience, and the art of survival. Beneath the moonlit sky, the golden domes of the Sultan’s palace gleamed, standing as a silent witness to the fate of countless women before her. Yet, Scheherazade was not like the others. She was different, and she knew it.
By Afia Sikder12 months ago in Fiction
Coordinated Effort. Content Warning.
-"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Capitan speaking" - his voice was serene, but it was easy to figure out the situation inside the cabin - "As you are aware, we have some 'guests' pushing us to deviate from the planned route, and we have no other option than comply" - He was trying hard to sound calm, but the tremors on his voice were telling a different story - "I'm still controlling the plane, but we will have to follow specific instructions shortly. Please stay calm and fasten your seatbelts. Thank you".
By Alex Torres12 months ago in Fiction
The Six Hundred. Content Warning.
Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Everyone knows these words, and they are pertinent to every battle in every war. The men and women on the field are cannon fodder, and those that direct them, the politicians, the generals, and the bankers reap the rewards, kudos and benefits.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 months ago in Fiction
Fulfillment
A lot was on the mind of Rebecca Chambers as she sat in front of her laptop inside her secluded cabin. She had been at her place of privacy in the last six weeks that passed since her husband of 16 years, Daniel Oswald, was taken from her, and regarding Rebecca, she had been taking the time to herself following her loss. On that night, Rebecca was doing what she has done every day since then: write in her journal.
By Clyde E. Dawkins12 months ago in Fiction
The Shock
I wake in a room I wouldn’t have chosen to sleep in. Curtains the colour of excrement block out the sun, and the carpet is a nauseating kaleidoscope of blue and orange swirls. I guess it’s cheap. Earning money from writing in Paris is like milking a dead cow. Laurent hints there are plenty of waitress jobs for pretty girls, but there are plenty of waiter jobs for boys who look like him, too.
By Bridget Appleby12 months ago in Fiction
The Shadow of Elias Thorn
The small town of Black Hollow had always been a quiet place, nestled between dense forests and misty mountains. Its inhabitants were simple folk, content with their routines and unchanging lives. But everything changed on the night Elias Thorn arrived.
By Mosap Homa12 months ago in Fiction
Writings About Home
Hello dear friends. Below is a series of writings, spanning the last decade, about homesickness and identity. One is a poem, one is song lyrics. The others I can't quite call poetry, but they're also not standard prose. Poetic prose? Yes, that works.
By Elle Schillereff12 months ago in Fiction
Eternal Journey
The rain drummed gently against the windowpane as Alex sat at the old oak desk, a half-written letter before him. The dim glow of the study lamp cast soft shadows on the pages, its flickering light reflecting the uncertainty in his heart.
By Niranjon Chandra Roy12 months ago in Fiction
Strong Evidence. Content Warning.
When the police officers arrived at the school, they first went to the front office and talked with the director for a short time. The secretary then brought them into my office, inside the Computer Lab. They spent a long time with me as I laid out all the facts I knew about the case.
By Alex Torres12 months ago in Fiction
Nancy Drew: Mystery of the Seven Keys – Can You Unlock the Truth? 🔑🕵️♀️
Nancy Drew: Mystery of the Seven Keys – A Thrilling Detective Adventure 🔍✨ Are you ready to unlock the secrets hidden within seven mysterious keys? Nancy Drew: Mystery of the Seven Keys takes players on an unforgettable journey packed with intricate puzzles, suspenseful twists, and captivating storytelling.
By Emma Evelyn12 months ago in Fiction
Familiar Faces. Runner-Up in 500 Word Shockwave Challenge. Content Warning.
Detective Xavier Perry bent over to check and re-check for the pulse on the young man that he had just shot, mistaking him for having a gun. Stunned to see only a cell phone in the right hand of a somewhat familiar face that he couldn't put a name to just yet. It was probably someone he had arrested before, he told himself. It was the shock and disbelief, the deep remorse of taking the life of an unarmed kid. A kid probably not even sixteen or seventeen. The kid with no pulse to be found.
By Shirley Belk12 months ago in Fiction
