Microfiction
The Blocker
Today, people around the world seek me out, hoping I can help them find peace, but it wasn’t always like that. My childhood was filled with ridicule and pain from both classmates and relatives. They couldn’t understand why I had no desire to remember the bad things that happened in my life. How can you not remember? coming down with chickenpox, or falling off your bike and breaking an arm? For them, these were all memorable events, but for me, they were negative parts of my life that needed to be forgotten.
By Mark Gagnonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Tale of the Curious Caterpillar
Once upon a time in a lush, green forest, there lived a curious little caterpillar named Casey. Unlike the other caterpillars, who were content munching on leaves and resting on branches, Casey had a deep yearning to explore the world beyond the trees. She often gazed up at the birds soaring through the sky, the squirrels leaping from branch to branch, and the bees buzzing from flower to flower. “I wish I could see what they see,” she thought to herself.
By Vishnu Sharmaabout a year ago in Fiction
Rumination. Runner-up in Epic Beginnings Challenge.
Though it wasn’t real, it still burned. Tommy brushed imaginary ashes from his head and shook his shirt free of embers. The moment of ephemeral liberation through grandeur escapism ended; leaving a rotting question Tommy was too terrified to answer.
By Hyde Wunderli about a year ago in Fiction
This Is Where It Begins. Content Warning.
Most times, the origins of a superpowered person starts with the manifestation of their powers. An accident triggers something deep inside or out of some act of desperation, they expose themselves to all sorts of chemicals, willing to put themselves through unendurable torture at the cost of their sanity.
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Fiction
The Golden Chef. Top Story - August 2024.
That night feels like a lifetime ago. I remember my skin slick from the rain like oil suffocating me, burning my eyes, soaking into my pores. I was a walking natural disaster - the moment the dirt feels soft underfoot before the landslide, or the ripple of water before the earthquake tears a building asunder.
By Eloise Robertson about a year ago in Fiction
239 A Day at Dr. Grimm's Office Part 3
SLEEPING BEAUTY and NECROMANTICISM Dr. Grimm didn't usually make house calls, but it was necessary in this case. He walked into the single room thatched hut and sniffed. Almonds? he wondered. No, that wasn't it. Something else. But after doing his physical exam, he had a diagnosis at least. The wicked witch and Prince Charming patiently awaited his official disposition.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Super Hero Watermelon To The Rescue
Louise Lane may seem harmless, do not be fooled . She was always wearing hot pink outfit with some green stilettos. The hot pink outfit of hers can turn deadly. Watermelon 🍉 seeds appeared on her outfit when she become deadly. When her outfit fire away those watermelon seeds bullet stay away.
By Mariann Carrollabout a year ago in Fiction






