Microfiction

Sauvignon
By taking the amount of time for the two families to get together, one would assume it would be a happy affair. With the sun beating down on them, it didn’t feel like late December in Delaware but the warmest of nights in May.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Gold Wings
Built with precision and care, the automobile gleamed. “What's the cost?” Gannon Ames asked. He was lighter skinned and was a little over six feet tall.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Until. Content Warning.
He looked around his jail cell. Some roaches scurried through the bars where he had been resting his hands, standing up against the oppression, the injustice, the law that had been decreed.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
I'm Being Followed By A Sky-Ku
I'm being followed I'm being followed I'm being followed by a Sky-Ku It sits on my windowsill and looks at me through my window
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Love Is Blind
One hundred steps between my front door and hers. I know because I counted each one of them that first time, when her singing reached my ears. Her enchanting voice drew me in, made my heart race as one, two, three locks clicked open, then a pivot and the turn of a key locked my apartment back up tight.
By Laura Pruettabout a year ago in Fiction
No Vote
Heads swiveled. Tiny beads of sweat gathered below the noses of the pundits. “No absentee, no one showing up at the polls days earlier.” Custis Merrin announced in sheer bewilderment. Wind whistled through the empty polling places. The fallen leaves stirred up in dust devils. Like an idea of America where people in blue states and red states finally agreed on one thing: don’t vote.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Meeting
Bethan I've had a text. It's from Luke! He wants to meet! Well, that's unexpected! You know, I'm relieved. I think that if he hadn't've texted me, I'd have been thinking Why doesn't he want to meet me? It would have made me suspicious? Wary? I don't know. Uneasy? At least, he wants to meet somewhere public so that feels like safe ground.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Perfect Night
After the college entrance examination, I became obsessed with online games, often playing all night in my small room. On the night before I was to report to college, I was as usual engrossed in front of the computer. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and I looked up to see my mother walking in, who anxiously said to me, "Tao, it's bad, I left my keys on the table in my room, but a gust of wind just closed the door..."
By John Bruceabout a year ago in Fiction
Glamour
There's a new neighbour at the end of the street. Her only concession to the season is a single pumpkin on her doorstep. The kids have been watching the decorations go up on all the houses for days. Fake cobwebs, plastic bats, coffins, tombstones, skeletons and (obviously) jack o'lanterns. The house at the end looks dull by comparison.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Postcard from Paris
I never was good at math, but I sure could count well enough. And you taught me that it takes one hundred pennies to make a dollar.
By D.K. Shepardabout a year ago in Fiction
A Simple Spell
She scratched out each letter with a gruesome smile, her teeth still dripping from her latest meal. She dipped her quill into the skull of blood, then inscribed afresh.
By Laura Pruettabout a year ago in Fiction
The Heroic Journey of Abhimanyu: A Young Warrior's Courage
The story of Abhimanyu is one of the most inspiring and tragic tales in the Mahabharata. Born to the great warrior Arjuna and Subhadra, and as the nephew of Lord Krishna, Abhimanyu carried the weight of a mighty legacy from a young age. His life was marked by immense courage, skill in battle, and a tragic end that left a lasting impact on the epic.
By Viru Chauhanabout a year ago in Fiction