Microfiction

Bound By Blood
The storm outside raged, casting lightning that flickered through the tiny gaps in the closed shutters, illuminating the old manor. Sarah, seated by the dim fireplace, waited in tense silence. Her fingers tapped nervously on the worn wood of her father’s armchair as she waited for her twin brother, Daniel, to arrive. They hadn’t seen each other in nearly a decade, and tonight was the night they were to discuss the inheritance—the one thing their estranged family was bound by.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Fiction
Searcher. Top Story - November 2024. Content Warning.
One hundred miles according to my GPS. Fitting. She's been gone a hundred days. I have proof here on my arms. One cut per day. A hundred inch long scars. Each a promise. It's almost midnight. 11:58 p.m. Time for one hundred and one.
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Fiction
As the Ferris Wheel Turns
This little story is for Mikeydred’s November challenge. November may signal the start of winter, but also brings new possibilities.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Fiction
The Silent Witness
The small town of Ravenswood had always been known for its peaceful streets and friendly faces, but beneath its calm facade, dark secrets lay dormant. Lena Harper, a recently retired detective, moved to the town seeking quiet after a career filled with cases that tested her very soul. She hoped the simplicity of small-town life would heal her wounds, but life in Ravenswood had other plans.
By Nousheenabout a year ago in Fiction
Tension rising...
Bethan I wanted today to be calm, a day of contemplation away from hassle where I could sit with my thoughts before tonight.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Sunset Cove
The salty air of Sunset Cove whispered tales of bygone days, a stark contrast to the silence echoing in my newly retired life. My name is Rohan, and the structured world of marketing meetings had been my reality for decades. Now, adrift in a sea of unstructured time, I found myself drawn to the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Due to recent events, ouija boards are no longer permitted on the patio
It was one of those crooked little pubs where every eye swings towards you when you walk in, and even a man of average height needs to duck his head to avoid braining himself on the beams.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
United We Stand
Oliver and Christina are best friends on their way to their favorite bar named Frankie’s for the election results. As Oliver drives they both glance at each other with sarcastic smiles. Oliver is a Democrat who holds very liberal ideals and Christina is a Republican who holds very conservative ideals, yet they are best friends.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Fiction
Manifesto of a True Visionary
He’d seen it a hundred times at least, but something about watching Cabaret made his winky tingle. It might have been the glamourous dresses or possibly the gravitas of that damn accent but more than likely it was the stirrings of ambition.
By River and Celia in Underland about a year ago in Fiction
The Price
“And if you elect me president, I will do all the work for you. You will be able to shop and buy and do the things that are possible to you. You will have every opportunity afforded to you as American citizens,” Xander Veeker extolled. He had blanched skin that looked like he had not been out in the sun.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
311 The Day After, Just Without Zombies (or, Is it?). Top Story - November 2024.
Note: this author is currently out of commission preparing to leave the country, but not because of the election yesterday. As such, I had to write this in two versions:
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Fight for Life
At six feet nine inches tall, Monroe Culver dwarfed his opponent. This was the third and final debate before the general election. His black skin glistened under the lights and he showed no signs of sweating. His opponent was an anchor baby from Venezuela. Marcos Sandoval’s five foot eight frame remained slight against Culver. But he had spirit.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction