Microfiction

Little Spark
Withered sad faces whose golden future is written in black ink. They are imprisoned in dark chambers, floating in the sea. There are no goals or expectations, just an infinite sorrow and and huge emptiness. Then a small spark burns and dispels the darkness, The rebellion of a ten-year-old girl spreads light all around.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Fiction
Following
Bethan Would it be a bad thing to admit that I'm excited? I feel...I don't know, like something is happening finally, after years of inertia and stagnation. I feel...invigorated, like I have a purpose again. I don't know if it's the contact with Katie or what, but I feel...closer to Laney somehow, like she's within reach.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cabin
There was only one rule: don't open the door. This rule has been repeatedly engraved into Lucy's mind by her parents for the past 6 months. An outbreak occurred, it all happened so fast, there are few survivors, and the rest, aren't exactly dead.
By David Williamsabout a year ago in Fiction
Knock
There was only one rule: don't open the door. Quinn had scoffed at the absurd dictum. What the fuck kind of rule was that to have in a place like this? The old cottage was full of doors, all of which were tightly closed.
By Sara Littleabout a year ago in Fiction
Mother?
The woman on the doorstep isn't my daughter. My daughter's dead. We identified the body. We had a funeral. The loss tore our lives apart. The brutality of it. It still stings, every day. Even now, twenty-five years later.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cursed Reflection
I had always been fascinated by antiques, and when I came across an old, ornate mirror at a flea market, I couldn’t resist buying it. It was large, with a heavy wooden frame, intricately carved with strange symbols. The seller told me it was from the 1800s and had a history, but they refused to say more. “Some things are better left unsaid,” they muttered. I brushed off their warning, eager to add the mirror to my collection.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєรabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. It was a strange requirement to stay at Allison’s house, but she needed a cheap place to stay for the conference, and it felt like an excellent way to catch up with her old friend.
By Jarrett Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
The Kitchen
What happened here in the kitchen no one knows. When the owners came home, they were horrified/glorified at what they found lying on the kitchen floor. There was nothing. They stood there with their eyes bulging and mouths wide open. Who could have done this? When they left that morning, they were running late and had no time doing some routines and ran out the door. That evening when they got home the kitchen was spotless. The couple is far from any parents and even relatives. They looked around the house and nothing was missing elsewhere in the house either.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Never Together
Introduction I wanted to write a short love story about the Sun and the Moon and the Carlene Carter said it all in the title but I will share it with you anyway.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Blackmail?
Luke thinks about what Matt has said. Laney's camera. He remembered her taking snaps. He remembers her, sitting on the wall, pointing and clicking while they played in the street, laughing at their antics, exaggerated for her benefit.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Queen Pelalandorus Incident
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Perhaps it was the wind. Others say it was because we were famished. A curse? For having killed her kin. Divine retribution for those we banished. A plague sent by the Vaquarin? For a war that was unfinished.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Fiction
Sand-hustler
Once upon a time, there was a stately sandcastle on a beach. In the sandcastle, there lived a princess who longed to swim in the ocean. Every day, she woke up and watched the sunrise. The ocean waves taunted her. Every evening, she would sit and watch the sunset. The ocean waves still taunted her. One day, in frustration, she cried out to no one in particular, “I’d give anything for just one swim in the ocean!”
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction