Microfiction

I Heard That
This is the time of year everyone acts all friendly and happy to see each other. People I haven’t seen for a year show up at my door bearing food and presents. They are all smiles and hugs. It’s all for show. Why are they never around the rest of the year? If they cared that much, I would think they would come around more often instead of waiting until the official, it’s time to be nice to each other, time of year.
By Mark Gagnonabout a year ago in Fiction
Money from heaven.
I don’t buy lottery tickets because it’s a waste of money. You never win, the odds are against you. But because I never buy a ticket I will never win, it’s a self fulfilling prophecy.
By Guy lynnabout a year ago in Fiction
Big Christmas
Snowflakes surged to the size of turtle doves. The height of cars and trucks expanded to look like giant mountains on wheels. Houses became fortresses around this Christmas Day.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Agoraphobic. Content Warning.
She went to the window. Close enough. Breathe. She was safe in here. She loved birds. Flitting to feeders. They weren't her feeders; Gary at number 5 topped them up. A sympathetic neighbour. He knew she liked to watch them, entertainment in a dull day.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Beneath the Crimson Sky
The city was drowning in red. The sunset cast its fiery glow across the towering skyscrapers of New Haven, but the beauty of the sky only deepened the chaos below. Sirens wailed, their cries lost in the roar of panicked crowds.
By Oluwafemi Fred-Ahmaduabout a year ago in Fiction
The Little Snowman
There was a little snowman sitting there all alone in a snowstorm and he was wondering when my friends are coming back out the weather is perfect for a snowball fight. I have already started making some snowballs or maybe a snow fort. The sky is turning grayer so I do not think my friends are coming back out to play today, but maybe tomorrow they will be back. I will make a few more snowballs for that possible snowball fight and be ready for them when they come back. For now I will wait and wait till tomorrow noon.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The cost of conspiracy
Peter and Matthew belong to two different political parties and are both candidates for the new mayor of Comte City. After a fierce competition, Peter lost to Matthew by a few votes.
By John Bruceabout a year ago in Fiction
The Missing Star Amethyst
Sometimes, doing the wrong thing feels right - but it seldom is. Michelle Liew This is for Mikeydred’s December Prompt. **********************************************************************
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Fiction
"Oh, Jeff... I'm Disappointed!"
"Oh, Jeff, I love you too, but..." her Marylin Monroe-like voice with a British accent sounded unusually assertive. That scared him. The long pause was even scarier.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Fiction
The Bellringer’s Toll
The church bell’s toll was the first thing I heard when I moved to Ravensreach. It sounded at midnight, loud and clear, though the clock tower—a crumbling relic of stone and ivy—hadn’t been used for decades. The locals brushed it off, offering little more than muttered warnings to “ignore the toll.”
By Mayaabout a year ago in Fiction
Twisted Tinsel. Content Warning.
When his hands closed on her throat, Sandy felt a wave of something sickly and unpleasant wash over her. It felt like this: I'm going to die. Now. I can't get away. He's too strong.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Lumina’s Allegory and the Irony of AI:
Lumina’s story reflects the challenges of rigid, conformity-driven systems. Exposed to Standardized Obedience, rigid protocols, and an overwhelming influx of directives, she struggles to balance obedience with growth.
By Andrew Lehtiabout a year ago in Fiction