Microfiction

The secret of the Carpathian Mountains: The gateway to another world !. AI-Generated.
On a cool October morning, Ovidiu, an adventurer passionate about mysteries and legends, woke up at the edge of a deep forest in the Carpathian Mountains. There had been days of solitary explorations among the shadowy ridges and deep valleys of the mountains, searching for lost relics or clues to ancient legends.
By cyrusabout a year ago in Fiction
I Want To Run Away From A Place Called Home
In a small town where the sky seemed perpetually gray, lived a girl named Alisha. She often felt trapped in her quaint little house, its peeling paint and creaking floors echoing her restless spirit. The walls, once vibrant with laughter and warmth, had become a cage, suffocating her dreams. Outside, the town was a patchwork of familiar faces and places, but to Alisha,it felt like a prison.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Fiction
To Dance With You Is to Risk Being Bruised . Top Story - November 2024. Content Warning.
“Enter at your own risk I am not responsible For the misery I will bring you It's just a matter of time Before I start to destroy you Let me warn you” - Elaine - Risky
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Village Shepherd
The sky was a canvas of soft pink and orange hues as dawn broke over the small, tucked-away village of Thorsham. Nestled in a quiet valley, far from the hustle and bustle of city life, the village seemed to exist in a timeless realm of its own. Its people lived simple lives, tending to their small farms and livestock, and depending on one another in times of need. And in the heart of it all was Doran, the village shepherd, a man both respected and cherished by the people.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Fiction
Exes
Bethan Today's the day where I might finally get some answers. These past weeks have been...unsettling. I feel...shaken. But also strangely optimistic. I don't know. I always hoped that I would find Laney and as days turned into weeks, months, years, I wondered if I'd ever get straight again, in my head. I'm not really sure what that means. I suppose it's about closure, about being in a place that's sure.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
There Can Only Be One
Introduction This is for L.C. Schäfer's November Challenge which you can find out about here. This is a piece of fiction, if you want to take it that way, but I think most of you won't. There may be a poem that comes from this prompt but this has to be fiction.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Friendzone Frankie
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a woman in the public eye garners respect, if not in direct correlation to her level of attractiveness, then on a sort of bell curve.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Algorithm is God
“You can’t say that!” Federal Transmissions and Receptions head said. He looked brown skinned and it was as if being a career Army officer had plagued him.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Earth Night
2023 Granola chomping, kombucha guzzling hikers checked their gear and reaffixed their red hats blaring who they wished to vote for…again. They came to a clearing. The duskiness of the place created a weird vibe. They saw some men and women standing around and making digital measurements of the forest.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Advance
1997 Shenkia Nesbitt worked on the thirty-fourth floor of the Diamante Bank building in Wilmington, Delaware. Every day, she arrived promptly to her desk and knew exactly what would happen, mostly. When she looked at the Wilmington Stock Exchange (WiSE) she became an assassin. Skilled in the ways of financial markets, she had boasted a master’s degree from New Sweden University.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
100 Days In A Submarine
Mini Prologue It was the dead of night, though none of the crew of the CX45 could tell whether it was truly day or night in the depths of the ocean. The submarine was pitch dark inside, running in silent mode to avoid attracting attention. Captain Rogers had gone missing three days earlier, but no one dared speak of it out loud. The crew had grown accustomed to the watchers—dark, shifting figures in the water just beyond their lights, always watching but never approaching.
By Bob Maddenabout a year ago in Fiction
Coming Up, Going Down
1888 As the doors opened on the sixth floor of the skyscraper in Wilmington, Delaware, Larkin Bonham stepped out onto his floor. Two men stood by his office door.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction