Microfiction

3 4 5 6. Content Warning.
Introduction This is my 3,456th Vocal Story, and I thought a piece about counting may be relevant. We sometimes count to get to sleep, and the creepy somnambulist picture by Jim Harter seemed a perfect inspiration for a tale.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction
The Cryochamber
Two Secret Service animatronics shoved Elon’s unconscious body into the cryochamber. “Remember, Mr. President, I am Elon Musk now,” the commanding Elon lookalike told the Trump animatronic.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 months ago in Fiction
He Still Wants to Go Home
"Hello, Elon?" "Yes, Mr.President, sir." "So Tesla shareholders approved your one-trillion dollar benefit package." "That's right, sir."
By Lana V Lynx2 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Floorboards
When obsession drowns out reason, only the voice remains. 🔊 Adrian Cho was accustomed to working on his own—the sound technician eliminated ambient noise whenever he could. The shuffling of feet or sudden bumps would disrupt his work.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Fiction
Farewell
The engineering lookalike approached Elon and the commander. “The spaceship is ready for liftoff,” it said. Elon nodded and turned to the commanding lookalike.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 months ago in Fiction
In The Old Castle
Introduction An Ekphrastic Tale Inspired By 'The Old Castle' by Walther Georgi, 1897, Shared By The Enchanted Booklet here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction
After What My Dad Did
Introduction This is for L.C. Schäfer's Dollar Challenge - "Quote Me Baby (Royal Edition)" that you can check out here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction
The Big, Beautiful Deal
“You take our spaceship back home,” the commanding lookalike said. Elon arched a brow. “What about you?” he asked. “What about when the Earth’s resources run out?”
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 months ago in Fiction
THE ASHMOOR LEGACY
The condensation from that single, desperate word—RUN—was gone. It faded from the glass, but not from our minds. It felt like we’d all breathed in a shard of ice. The pretense of civility, the polite fiction that we were just a dysfunctional family sorting out an inheritance, shattered. We weren't rivals anymore. We were rats in our ancestor's maze.
By Wellova 2 months ago in Fiction
When Walls Fall
The Berlin Wall fell this day, November 9th, 1989. It took just one night for its pieces to shatter. The walls that surround hearts can take a lifetime to break.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Fiction
The Woman at the Train Station
She waited at Platform 3 every Thursday. Same time. Same coat. Same coffee — black with one sugar, never stirred. Most people didn’t notice her.
By Aarsh Malik2 months ago in Fiction
The Day My Fridge Talked Back
It started like any other morning — chaos, caffeine, and a faint sense that my house was judging me. I stumbled into the kitchen, half-awake, ready to grab milk for my coffee. That’s when I heard it.
By John Abesellom's2 months ago in Fiction