Microfiction

My Werewolf System. Content Warning.
“Hey Gary, get your butt over here and check out the highlights from yesterday’s Altered fight!” A boy yelled from his class seat.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi12 months ago in Fiction
The Gilded Cage
The Whisper of Compliance Veridian woke to the Knowledge Pill advert shimmering on her neural implant, its voice threading through her mind like a lullaby.
By Thaddeus Edah12 months ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar. Content Warning.
“Do people fear us, sister?” The women sat cross-legged across from each other at the peak of a ship’s spire, docked in the near-limitless spread of buildings and piers that made up Harbor 9. The woman in the purple sheet did not meet the eyes of the woman in the yellow sheet as she asked her question, remembering a critical role of her order: never see the face of another Wraith.
By R.R. Stephenson12 months ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Stick-up boys don’t last long in the Grand Bazaar, and they especially don’t last long in the Sprawl. Most get away with their first couple of hits, maybe a third or fourth if they really know what they’re doing. But after that, most either end up flatlined or find themselves in a new district doing something worth a damn.
By R.R. Stephenson12 months ago in Fiction
"She'll Lose Her Hat!"
Picture the dead of the Siberian winter, when people bundle up and look like Russian nesting dolls. In a rundown high-rise apartment building, an old woman is dragging a little girl up the stairs, by the girl's foot, with the girl's head banging on the stairs.
By Lana V Lynx12 months ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
“Ma’am, you need to come with us.” The guard’s grip was firm on Elissa’s thin arm. She froze in place, her eyes wide as plates, the tension crinkling the lining of her suit jacket.
By R.R. Stephenson12 months ago in Fiction
The Grimoire. Content Warning.
Introduction This is another Vocal first line prompt story from here The Grimoire "The old book sat on the shelf, waiting to be opened and explored..."
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 months ago in Fiction
Echo Chamber Art
Listen to your voice. - Michelle Liew ***************************************************************** Everyone knew Edward Chong-and feared him more. He was a phantom presence in the world of academia--gaunt, black-clad, his guttural voice a low, measured whisper that sent shivers down anyone's spine.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin12 months ago in Fiction
Hit the road Jack
As she sat in the back corner of the diner, milkshake in front of her, she wondered if he was going to dump her, or if she was going to do it first.
By Raymond G. Taylor12 months ago in Fiction
Useless Gadget
“Let me see if I have this right, Ashton. That is your name if I understood you correctly. Your accent is a little odd.”
By Mark Gagnon12 months ago in Fiction
Special Lithium Operation
"Minister Lavrov, I'm here representing President Trump. What are your conditions for stopping the war in Ukraine? People are dying."
By Lana V Lynx12 months ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
A Eulogy for Pully Jenkins Pully grew up to be a Hotlung, to the surprise of no one among his family and friends. The work was good: he'd receive a commission on every questionable package someone in town needed delivered, and he'd get to see all of the city instead of just the smoke stacks and factory floor his family all called home. Every morning after he got the courier's license Pully sprang out of bed and was out with his link turned on ready to take whatever job came in first. There is a void in the community now losing a young man on his way to better things, and as such we as a community pay the price.
By R.R. Stephenson12 months ago in Fiction