Microfiction

My Favorite Fish Biryani
It was a bright and sunny afternoon when Sara decided to prepare her favorite dish—Fish Biryani. This wasn’t just any dish; it was a family tradition, passed down from her grandmother, who had always insisted that the secret to a great Biryani was in the balance of spices and love. Sara had learned the recipe by heart, and every time she cooked it, memories of her childhood flooded back. The kitchen smelled of fragrant spices, and the sounds of sizzling oil and aromatic rice reminded her of the moments spent with her grandmother, listening to her stories while she worked her magic in the kitchen.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Fiction
The Gangster
Rain poured relentlessly as the city streets reflected a million lights from nearby skyscrapers, each one distorted in puddles of murky water. Jameel, known to most as "The Gangster," had a reputation built on fear and ruthlessness. The kind of man who could silence a room with a mere glance. Yet beneath the layers of power, he had buried secrets darker than the shadows of the alleys he ruled.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Fiction
When You Gotta Go
You might be wondering why a grown man is hiding in the bushes with his trousers round his ankles. Several years ago I had an impacted bowel. Worry not, we won't linger on it. Suffice to say it was the most painful experience of my life.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Vastness of the Sky. Top Story - November 2024.
My tortured bones long for fire, yearn for the consummation of smoke and ash scattered by the wind to a beckoning end. Once upon a time I was a massive, ancient tree but you broke me down and made a house of me.
By C. Rommial Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
315 A Winter's Tale: Flakes-in-Tandem
No two snowflakes are exactly alike. Spiky, unique signatures mean no two are the same—unique as fingerprints. Even identical twins have different fingerprints, he thought.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Where’s The Beef?
Maggie and her brides’ maids could barely contain their enthusiasm. The wedding was six days away and it was time to enjoy one last fling before Maggie transformed into a married woman by uttering those life changing words, “I do.” That was in the future. Tonight was time for one final outing as a single lady with her friends. She had no idea where they were going and what to expect as everything had been planned by her friends. All she knew was it was time to get the party started.
By Mark Gagnonabout a year ago in Fiction
Memories of Home
The church hall was always pristine, the people gathering there for a free meal were anything but. They patiently shuffled along from station to station, trays in hand collecting a warm meal. The woman in front of Jack tripped on the partially detached sole of her shoe and fell to the floor. Immediately, Jack reached to help her up and saw her face for the first time.
By Mark Gagnonabout a year ago in Fiction
“He is so sexy!”
On the day of Putin’s first inauguration in March 2000, my college friend called me and said, “Did you see him walking on that red carpet? So confident and sexy!”
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Fiction
I Found Love in a Witch
Chapter One: The Bookstore Encounter Eliott Griffin had never been one for the mystical or strange. Raised in a world of spreadsheets, data, and logic, he had spent his adult life immersed in the rational world of architecture. Magic, if it existed, was something for books, movies, and those who didn’t want to face reality.
By mitchel marcabout a year ago in Fiction
Reborn from the Earth
No amount of singing could soothe me now. The world was a discordant note, jangling and harsh. How far did I get? The fog cleared. A moment was all it took.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Into the Woods
It felt strange for both of them, walking together like this. The years where they were one floated around them, like a ghostly wraith, its presence discernible but never quite fully grasped. Anybody watching them as they set off along the path would sense that they were not strangers but could not mistake the estrangement lumbering along with them, shown in the space between each other and the rigidity in their postures.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Sailing Against The Storm
Nadia had always dreamed of crossing the seas, feeling the wind whip through her hair and the saltwater spray against her face as she sailed toward the unknown. She had spent years preparing for this moment, studying the stars, understanding the tides, and perfecting her skills on smaller boats. But nothing had prepared her for the ferocity of the storm she now faced.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Fiction