Microfiction
Neuro Master
“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.” Outside the wind howled like a wounded beast. We took through alleys as to not be seen. Democracy had died just three months ago and now streets that were were turbulent danger zones.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Fiction
The Pen is Mightier Than the Sword
The flames flickered as they devoured the visions within bindings of the books. The fire had been burning forever although just last week was the day the first actual flame of hate and intolerance leapt forth to consume the words that now were forever silent.
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Fiction
Mama's Superhero. Runner-up in Epic Beginnings Challenge.
Mama tells me I’m her superhero. She tells me I am strong, brave, and kind, even when I don’t feel like it. She says, “That’s ok, I’ll help. I can be brave for you until you can stand against the monsters.” She is brave for me a lot.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Fiction
Nubia
Nubia was once a renowned archaeologist, driven by a desire to unlock the secrets of ancient civilizations. During an excavation, she discovered an artifact unlike any other—a mysterious hourglass imbued with the power to manipulate time. Curiosity led her to activate it, and in that moment, her life was forever changed. The hourglass fused with her, granting her the ability to control time—slowing, speeding, or freezing it at will.
By VibesDigestabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sacred Word
Splashes from footsteps in tiny puddles made slick by the Wilmington, Delaware rain made it impossible to track where the culprits planned to go. They had run in opposite directions. Their sudden moves seemed like shivers from vultures. The instant where they had to find shelter in a basement club permitted them to keep them discreet.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Wildfire
I have failed as a hero! I was able to save and protect this world, but I was unable to save two of the most important men in my life my brother and my uncle. I find myself so grief stricken I cannot bare to face the world or the rest of my family. I thought after rising as a hero for the last 7 years of my life and winning constant battles and fights I was strong enough for anything and anyone. But not this time since there was only so much, I could do. I was even told by my uncle that there will be times where I sometimes cannot save everybody and that shouldn’t hold me back from continuing to do this. He was a hero himself and I know heroes will even make the ultimate sacrifice which is themselves for the lives of others. But I still felt like it was my responsibility to not lose him and my brother too.
By Joanna Blazeabout a year ago in Fiction
Paul: A New Kind of Hero
When Paul was a little boy, he was shy and clumsy. The other kids would make fun of him, saying he wouldn't ever be anyone great. Sometimes Paul believed them. He was afraid to say what he thought or how he felt. He was just there. But he knew one thing, deep down inside of him, he had really big dreams. But of course, these were just dreams.
By Judith Jaschaabout a year ago in Fiction
A Reckoning
Swish. “Ahh!” They were whipping her for tripping, for disturbing the order, for being an Outlier. Silas was an Outlier too. They all were. His entire community had lived outside the control of the Swarm for generations. But now they had been enslaved. The Swarm border continued to stretch outward like an expanding pool of blood.
By D.K. Shepardabout a year ago in Fiction
