Microfiction
The Girl Who Could Talk to Shadows
Ellie had always felt invisible. At seventeen, she was the kind of girl who blended into the background, her quiet demeanour and unassuming presence making her easy to overlook. She spent most of her time alone, wandering the halls of her high school like a ghost, her nose buried in a book or her earbuds firmly in place. But everything changed the day she discovered she could talk to shadows.
By ngolle disere12 months ago in Fiction
The Candle's Warning
Those who are wise, believe. -- Michelle Liew ************************************************************** The town of Black Hollow survived in the dim glow of candlelight, untouched by the hum of modern electricity. The people shunned progress—their world was illuminated only by candlelight, wavering in the twilight breeze. Their fears stemmed from an unwavering belief; three flickers of a candle were more than the whims of a flame— they were an omen, heralding an unexpected visitor. Some feared ghouls; others, rogue wanderers.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Fiction
Busy Tone
Earnest’s home sat on 10 acres, and his closest neighbor was a half-mile beyond the junipers, piñons, and scrub brush surrounding him. He’d been there three years after deciding he was done with people—he’d spent his life surrounded by people, and all that was behind him. He had his trees, his acreage, a local golf course, and this house. He’d done his best to love the house, but it wasn't as simple as he’d hoped.
By Philip Canterburyabout a year ago in Fiction
Privelege #13
The teacher flickered at the front of the classroom. She never got angry, never shouted. The closest she got was, "You know I will need to escalate this if you don't make the right choice." Occasionally it was, "This behaviour has triggered a call to the Leadership Team," or "That behaviour has triggered a call home."
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Simon and the Talisman of Time
It was the anniversary of his brother's disappearance. Although bright skies and warm sun were prevalent, his mood muted them to the palest grey. Simon wouldn't go to work today. He would let the darkness of the day envelope him.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
A Cut Above
Humility has no rival. -Michelle Liew. ******************************************** The aroma of scented butter and simmering stock graced the air in the kitchen. The smell teased, invited--but something lurked beneath. Something colder.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Fiction
A Valentine’s Day to Remember
The streets of New York were adorned with red and pink decorations, and the scent of fresh roses filled the air. Cafés buzzed with couples sharing soft laughter over candlelit dinners, and flower vendors were busy wrapping delicate bouquets for last-minute lovers. Among the crowd, Emma walked briskly, clutching a small wrapped gift in her hands. Her heart pounded as she rehearsed the words she wanted to say.
By Pranshu vermaabout a year ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Past
Echoes of the Past The wind howled through the ancient forest, carrying with it the whispers of a thousand forgotten tales. The trees, gnarled and twisted with age, stood as silent sentinels, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers toward the heavens. Beneath their canopy, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a reminder of the cycle of life and death that had played out here for centuries.
By Himansu Kumar Routrayabout a year ago in Fiction
