Microfiction

Brazzaville
Kyrie Ntumba’s feet crunched into the gravel, his nanite-infused musculature tensing and rebounding in the blink of an eye. He whipped his head up and backward to check the 10th-story window he’d just leapt from. Still clear.
By Livia Rose12 months ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Missy was ecstatic. She finally had enough cash to get her hair trimmed and maybe even enhanced with some synthhair product if she could sweet-talk the stylist. She’d worked fifteen-hour days at the Buzzway coffee shop for a month straight to afford it, and it was finally time to get her style where she wanted it to be.
By R.R. Stephenson12 months ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
“Now, don’t talk when we meet these guys. If you get flatlined out here, no way I’m sticking around to clean up the bits.” Chuck said it with such nonchalance that Blanco almost had to stop himself from asking if he was serious.
By R.R. Stephenson12 months ago in Fiction
"The Last Letter"
Ayaan sat in his tiny apartment, staring at the pile of rejection letters. His dream of becoming a published author seemed further away than ever. Every night, he poured his soul into his stories, only to be met with silence. His family urged him to choose a “real job,” but writing was the only thing that made him feel alive.
By umme hani12 months ago in Fiction
Death of the New Me. Top Story - February 2025.
I had a dream that I had one week to live. Yes, dreams are misfiring of neurochemicals in a brain that are otherwise supervised by those upper lobes we’ve evolved to suppress them—at least during the waking hours. But sleep opens the gates. Specifically, the sodium gates that evoke action potentials and synapses, flooding neuroreceptors who won’t even see them coming.
By Gerard DiLeo12 months ago in Fiction
March The Mad Scientist, The Lion And The Lamb
March seemed to live an almost hermit-like existence, people didn't know him but knew his house with the strange statue conjunction on the gateposts of his mansion.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 months ago in Fiction
Why Is It Easy to Kill Mosquitoes but So Hard to Kill Flies?
Have you ever wondered why it's so easy to swat a mosquito, yet catching a fly feels like a never-ending battle? Both insects are tiny, fast, and annoying, but their differences in behavior, biology, and perception make one much harder to eliminate than the other. This article explores the fascinating reasons behind this mystery and how it affects our daily lives.
By William Henry12 months ago in Fiction
The DNA of Time:
Change is eternity dancing to its own rhythm. To understand this eternal rhythm, one has to understand that nothing in existence changes independently of each other. Change is not a personal solo act, but a cosmic concert, where everything in the universe changes in accordance with each other.
By VoiceOfAnOutlier12 months ago in Fiction
The Secret of the Dark Forest
## The Secret of the Dark Forest ### Introduction In a small village nestled between rolling hills and dense woods, tales of the Dark Forest echoed through the generations. The villagers, with their weathered faces and wise eyes, often warned children about the ominous woods. "Never venture there," they would say, "for the forest holds secrets that are best left undisturbed." But for one curious young man named Ali, these warnings only fueled his adventurous spirit.
By amgad12 months ago in Fiction
When the Wi-Fi Goes Out at Family Dinner
Chapter 1: The Usual Chaos The Anderson family’s Sunday dinners had become a ritual of silent disconnection. Around the mahogany table, beneath the warm glow of a chandelier, sat five people—each absorbed in their own glowing screen.
By K. B. 12 months ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Dalys had become many things in the short twenty-five years she’d lived: a brand ambassador for Robins Co., a board member of the Vargos Entertainment Coalition, an idol for all Vargosians who believed they too could claw their way from obscure poverty to something approaching godhood, and an iconic pop star considered by most to be “The Shining Star of the Century,” after a digizine gave her the title.
By R.R. Stephenson12 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM
Chapter 9: My Heart Beat When Gary slid the door open to enter his classroom, he was surprised to see that not everyone was there yet. His eyes peaked in the direction of the school clock and could still see there was a good fifteen minutes before class started.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi12 months ago in Fiction