Microfiction

Bethan
I try not to relive that day but it's difficult not to when the anniversary of it comes around year after year. The loss comes rushing in like water through a weakened crack in a pipe. Most days, I manage to hold it back, although it's pressure is always there, pushing at me.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Most Secret Secret
The old garden shed, nestled under an ancient oak in the far corner of the backyard, held more than its share of secrets. The secrets of Nature. The secrets of childhood.
By Laura DePaceabout a year ago in Fiction
QAOS Comes To Allhallowtide. Content Warning.
The village had always been dark. No one knew who named it, but there was a feeling of lost souls and darkness, even during the day.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Callie's Hope
I blame my mother. Cliché, no? She tells the story still, fingers hooked round the bedspread under her chin, her bird-light body barely making a dent in the mattress.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
266 False Dawn. Top Story - September 2024.
And then it dawned on him. How he had wasted his life, selling drugs. Getting busted. Pleading guilty for a reduced 5-year sentence. Incarceration. Five years of waste.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Pact
They were all crying. They were just boys. Now, they were boys without Laney, her absence goading them, like a masked knifeman.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
I have a story to tell, but I might not make it out of here alive.
I have a story to tell, but I might not make it out of here alive. Everything feels very cramped. I don’t really feel like I have a ton of rights at the moment. Some days, I just listen and listen and listen… I hear the humdrum of voices and other sounds on the other sides of these walls. The conversations that people have around me don’t really make a lot of sense in my mind. They are just words, I guess. Some voices are kind of familiar. Every now and then, there are new voices that I don’t recognize.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Fiction
Never trust a fart. Top Story - September 2024.
'Never trust a fart.' That was the only advice my old man gave me. He wasn't a penny saved is a penny earned or do unto others type of guy. It was later in life when I realized his advice had meaning. Be aware at all times, because you may expect one thing but receive something else.
By JBazabout a year ago in Fiction
The Magic of Cookery
She isn't much of a cook. She's just stuck a pot of cold water over a high heat, and started chucking stuff in it. This is a good thing, in one way. But it's frustrating for me to watch.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
“Don’t call the cops on me!”
Ok, I’ve done it. My phone shows 10,152 steps in for the day at 10:50 pm. As I head to my apartment building, a police car pulls next to me. The driver’s window is open: it’s still hot here this week, sticky warm at night.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Fiction
265 In Bed: a One-Act Play of Fortune and Misfortune
Characters: Marie and her date, Tyler; it was only their second date. Teresa and her fiancé, Anton. Carly and me (Mitch), her husband.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Gone. Content Warning.
She fell, tumbling down the scree of the quarry like a rag doll. Except rag dolls don't scream and go silent suddenly and they don't thud or crack, or sink when they hit water.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction