Microfiction

232 The Good Girl
I'm a good girl. Barefoot and pregnant, I await my man in anticipation. His slippers ready, I've mixed his Scotch and water perfectly.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Requiem's Prelude. Content Warning.
The worlds of super 'heroes' and 'villains' has been saturated with cliches and tropes that those with abilities feel pressured to follow and adhere to. Not I. My powers were borne from one singular act of senseless and brutal violence. As I lay on the urine-flooded floor of my toilet cubical deathbed, blood pooling from my mouth and several other gaping wounds, mixing with the brown, green and yellow creating a Pollack-esque artwork beneath my broken body, I felt nothing and everything. All at once.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Vanishing Virtuoso"
Amelia's fingers danced across the piano keys, creating a mesmerizing melody that captivated the audience. She was a renowned pianist, known for her technical skill and emotional depth. But what the audience didn't know was that Amelia possessed a mysterious gift – the ability to make objects vanish with a mere touch.
By kylie fedabout a year ago in Fiction
Vespertilia
There were a lot of things that Paulina Rívera didn't expect to happen. She didn't expect that her 10 year marriage would be over, and she also didn't expect that her ex-husband, Randall West, would move on with another woman. Paulina often claims that she was cheated on, but all of that was always in her head. Despite having no evidence at all, and her friends knowing that she habitually makes meritless accusations, Paulina expected to be believed.
By Clyde E. Dawkinsabout a year ago in Fiction
THE SERAPHIM RISE
In the quiet, coastal town of Havenport, life was serene, almost too peaceful. The townsfolk went about their days without realizing the ancient secret buried beneath the cliffs—a secret that would soon be awakened.
By Aifuwa Emmanuelabout a year ago in Fiction
Shakespeare in Love
I loved Shakespeare but when he turned up on my doorstep to declare his love, I was more than a little surprised. He wasn't dressed to impress, or at least, not me, in his ruff and tights. I'm no Elizabeth. He was just drawing attention to himself.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Room
The room with the two windows and the brick floor and plaster walls. What could this room have been in the past. To me it could have been a garden room for what was left on the wall under and around the wall seem to indicate plants of some kind. Someone is still using this room for the plant on the windowsill is flourishing. The room is waiting, but for what for such a small room. Who could the owner of this room? Is it a man or woman or maybe a child with plans of some kind for it.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Coracao. Top Story - August 2024.
Coracao could reach into your chest, remove your heart, and place it in her own. Simple as that - ignoring the carnage of having your chest penetrated by a foreign hand, heart ripped away from your ribs with subsequent massive fucking blood loss, and another heart reconnected to your loose veins. What was her point in switching your hearts?
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Green Door
The next day the young girl went back to the door. She looked around to make sure no one followed her here. She took the key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She slowly opened the door. When her eyes adjusted to the low light of the room, she noticed that the room has rudimentary furniture, such as table and chairs, a sofa and chair that matched and an old rocking chair that she sort of remembered. There were a few pictures on the walls and there was also a bookcase that had a few figurines and when she walked up to the bookcase, she thought she also kind of remembered them for they were figurines of various animals.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Dream Catcher
In the deepest depths of your dreams you may find her. Dressed in white woven fishnet with tribal accents, but she doesn’t always appear in that form. Sometimes she doesn’t appear at all. Sometimes when you find yourself in deep sleep paralysis or sleep walking moving against your will, you might be at her whim. They call her Dream-Catcher.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Fiction
Kismet
Brett was sitting on the old and worn couch in his apartment, drinking a cup of tea from his favourite mug, a Jurassic Park logo with “Tea-Rex” across it. The news was the normal cycle of garbage; wars that shouldn’t be happening, terrifying politicians somehow still with a chance, domestic violence on the rise, and then coverage of a teen girl becoming viral for doing something suggestive in an online interview … which seems about right for the world now.
By Savannah K. Wilsonabout a year ago in Fiction
Leaving the Nest
Elijah was a young emperor penguin. As with most young penguins, his parents set rules for him. Where he could go, what time he had to be home, with whom he could hangout. As with most young penguins reaching their teenage years, he resented all such rules.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction