Microfiction

The Storm
It was Christmas Eve. I was driving home at one a.m. Light snow flurries drifted from the sky, disappearing quickly from view as my windshield wipers swept them away. The road lights were dim, and the road was icy. Bing Crosby's White Christmas echoed dolefully through the car radio speakers. I shook my head, trying to stay awake. I attributed this fatigue to the fact that I moved around a lot as a kid and slept in the car.
By Amy Blackabout a year ago in Fiction
Danny meets a friend?
Now Danny and his friends were out romping around his friend Kimba noticed a strange animal walking towards them, but then turning around with a tail stuck up in the air. "Hey, you what's your name?" "Who me?" "Yes, who wants to know?" Me, I'm Danny and those are Kimba, Leo and Barney. "Okay, if you do not mind having a skunk for a friend" "What's a skunk?" We are a group of animals that if we are afraid and have to protect ourselves, we can give off a scent to scare off anything and boy does it stink bad.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Barkeasy
The eyes looked too intelligent for an animal. It was unnerving. Do I look like that? Jerry had followed the pack down the alley and was now faced with a nondescript metal door, secured with a rusty chain and padlock. Eerie and patient, they waited.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Heart of the Forest
Lyra had always been drawn to the forest. As a child, she had wandered its edges, picking wildflowers and listening to the rustling whispers of the trees. Now, as an adult, she had become an herbalist, crafting remedies from the plants and herbs that grew deep within the woods. The forest had always been her sanctuary, a place of peace and tranquility, but there was something more to it that she couldn’t quite explain.
By Timi mayowaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Echo of Eternity
The Labyrinth of Eternity was a place of myth and legend, whispered about in hushed tones by travelers and scholars alike. Hidden deep within the ancient forest of Oriden, it was said to defy the laws of time, its halls shifting endlessly. Some who entered found themselves lost forever, while others emerged years younger or older, their minds burdened by knowledge they could not explain.
By Timi mayowaabout a year ago in Fiction
321 PsyLo: Part 1
Irony: PsyLo was named after a psyllid, a sap-sucking plant louse pest that jumps from plant-home to plant-home. As such, it was rumored to be an empty ICBM silo populated by "survivalists," now going on 300 years.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
When Life Breaks You
She cried silently in her room, it's midnight already, but her bleeding heart won't let her sleep. She tried watching funny reels and scrolling through TikTok videos, but the shadow of sadness lingered. She even switched off her phone and shut her eyes as memories of what happened earlier clouded her head.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Dreamed
Under the fiery crimson sky, the sun sank low over the clay village of Thrum. It was a humble place, built of hardened earth and nestled beside a whispering river. Here, Zayn lived a life marked by simplicity and toil. Every morning before dawn, he would rise from his straw-filled cot in a corner of the one-room home he shared with his mother and three younger siblings.
By Rob🦜about a year ago in Fiction
The Old River Road
The Old River Road: A Journey into Darkness Old River Road had always been a place of fear after nightfall. The rumors never stopped—whispers about kidnappings, strange disappearances, and something sinister lurking in the dark. The silence of the road was suffocating, like it swallowed up all sound. It was as if anyone brave—or foolish—enough to walk it would be at the mercy of something far worse than they could imagine.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Fiction
The Art of Purpurlia
“He who turns green transforms completely.” -Michelle Liew ************************************************************ A town with a connection to people. To another world. That was Purpurlia.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Fiction
The Silent Observer. Content Warning.
Bethan had no time to react. It was so sudden, she fell backwards. Dave's shove had power and had she been at the edge as he had been moments before, she would have plummeted.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Ocean
Introduction This thoughtpiece is inspired by the idea of floating in an endless green ocean, and I have included a shortened version of Pink Floyd's "Echoes" (my favourite Pink Floyd song) to soundtrack this.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction