Microfiction

But At What Cost?
The battle had nearly raged towards the city gate. Fires burned fiercely in the countryside and the citizenry began to prepare for the worst.
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cursed House
In the quaint town of Eldridge Hollow, nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, stood an old Victorian house that was shunned by the townsfolk. Stories of its dark past echoed through the streets like a chilling wind, and no one dared approach it. But for Lydia, an aspiring journalist hungry for a good story, the mystery of the house was too tantalizing to resist.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Fiction
Elder Blue
Everyone knew Elder Blue. Wisened, the reef held this old coral colony in high regard. Elder wasn’t just a shelter for fish seeking solace from predators - Elder was the Eternal Guardian who gave guidance and sustenance to any creature in need.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Fiction
An Invitation. Top Story - November 2024.
Luke I haven't slept. I'm going over and over and over in my mind what happened yesterday. I don't know what to do. Funny. I've lived with the knowledge of what happened to Laney all these years and it's been awful. I've not handled it well. I'm still a young man but you can tell something's ravaged me. It's in the bags under my eyes and the worry of my lines. I see it every day in the mirror, the cost of keeping this secret.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Everlasting Talisman
Lv Xuegang was the bravest warrior in the special police detachment. Every time he was on a mission, he would rush to the front, and every time he could turn danger into safety, as if there was a divine spirit protecting him from behind. Later, his comrade Hong Yang discovered a secret: before each mission, Lv Xuegang would carefully fold a piece of yellow paper and place it very cautiously in his inner pocket.
By John Bruceabout a year ago in Fiction
305 Sucker-Punch
"The ghoul in the window came again," Marlena reported. Andrew just shook his head, making her feel foolish. For months she had stood vigil at the picture window facing the street. She'd begin at dusk and wouldn't stop till midnight.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Would You Think I Was Strange
They move, you know. When I'm not looking. If I look the other way, or blink, or (oh god no) fall asleep. When I open my eyes, they're closer than before.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Dame Agartha Is Alive and Well
Marnie hesitated on the path, wondering if she was walking into an Agatha Christie novel. Tentatively she took some steps. The smell of jasmine and the ever so slight breeze brought the sounds of bees to her ears.
By Kenneth Lawsonabout a year ago in Fiction
My Writer's Block Name
If I could think of a name for my periods of writer's block it would have to be .... when I have been reading a lot of materials, but nothing seems to click right away. Then again, my writer's block using happens say in the middle of writing and trying think of just the right phrase or word. Actually, writer's block for me really does not happen that much for me most times. Usually when it happens, I stop and meditate or read something different for a while. If I were to name my Writer's Block it would be 'RiteWrite'.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Curse of Ravenwood Manor
The Curse of Ravenwood Manor Every Halloween, the small, mist-covered town of Ravenwood fell under a chilling spell. Known for its spooky atmosphere and ancient legends, Ravenwood attracted both thrill-seekers and ghost hunters from far and wide. But amidst all the haunted tales, one story remained the most terrifying—the Curse of Ravenwood Manor.
By Nada solimanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Heir
Maya Lawson never expected her life to be anything but ordinary. Living in a quiet town where everyone knew everyone, she had little to her name besides a modest job, a cozy apartment, and a circle of close friends. That all changed one chilly autumn morning with a letter—an envelope embossed with a royal crest, sealed with a wax stamp, and addressed to her.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Fiction
The Vampire's Bite
Darkwood had always been a town cloaked in shadows, and everyone knew the warnings about the forest. Whispers of creatures lurking in the dark and strange occurrences had become part of the town’s folklore. Elara, seventeen and bold, never believed in such things. The stories of curses and shadows seemed like nonsense to her. So, one cold, misty night, she found herself wandering through the town’s narrow streets alone, drawn inexplicably toward the edge of the woods.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Fiction