Microfiction

In Strange Trees. Content Warning.
Introduction This image from The Enchanted Booklet has been haunting me for a while. I don't know the artist or the story behind it, but combined with a strange wood that is close to my home, I saw a story.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Fiction
The Invasion
“Remember, Mr. President, these are refugees from South Africa escaping prejudice. Correct?” Elon said. “Correct, Mr. Musk,” the Trump animatronic replied.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Fiction
Just Another Day
If she had known what was waiting beyond the trees that morning, she might have packed faster. But the lake was calm, the air gentle, and nothing hinted at how quickly peace can shift to panic. Lena Hart brushed pine needles from the picnic table, unaware that in less than an hour, she would be holding a lifeless baby.
By S.E.Linn3 months ago in Fiction
Moonlight Over the Broken Village
The war had ended, but the silence it left behind was a different kind of weapon. The village of Oakhaven was a skeleton of its former self. Houses were scorched shells, the old stone bridge lay in the river like a broken spine, and the hearts of the people were as shattered as the windows they once looked through.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
Oh.. er.. my name's Elon
"Hi, my name's Ray." "Oh, er, hi, I'm Elon." "What, the El..." "Yes," “You’re a long way from home.” "Yes," "What brings you to a micro pub in West Wickham?"
By Raymond G. Taylor3 months ago in Fiction
"Let's Build Another Tunnel!"
“Hello, Elon?” “Yes, Mr.President.” “Let’s scrap our plans for the Russian tunnel. Let’s build one from the White House new ballroom and bunker to Mar-a-Lago instead.”
By Lana V Lynx3 months ago in Fiction
The Robot. Honorable Mention in Parallel Lives Challenge.
The skeletons in my closet are just old versions of me. The ones I starved so I could survive, locked behind the door with them in darkness. Fear led me to believe that staying confined was noble if it kept you from drifting away from the people you love, but there is one past version of me that just won’t die.
By Aura Starling3 months ago in Fiction
Elon Phones Home
Elon sat in front of a monitor and stared at his duplicate. “You will have controlling stock in Tesla’s robot army?” the figure asked.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Fiction
The Elevator in the Winchester building on Winslet Street
We were born on the 3rd of October, in the hospital on Fourth Street, and our mother's called us Edward. We lived a block away from each other our whole lives. He lived on Strathman Avenue, a stones throw away from Portman Avenue where I lived until I was ten years old. When my family moved, I changed schools to the Catholic college in the east of town.
By Jaimie3 months ago in Fiction
The Other Way Home
On a wet April evening when the city had dimmed itself to a bruise, Lina stepped into a mirror and met the life she hadn’t chosen.
By Cadma3 months ago in Fiction
The Wifi Witches
Magic and connection need steady hands. ☕📶✨💻📡🔮🌐☕📶✨💻📡🔮🌐☕📶✨💻📡🔮🌐 October--and The Cafina Coffeehouse was hit by a tidal wave.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
As Pooh and Paddington continued on their journey through the Hundred Acre Wood along with all Pooh's friends so far, they decided to take a rest under a tree. They sat and Paddington told Pooh about London. Paddington looked up towards the sky and noticed a bird that should only fly at night. Oh, look at that bird Pooh. That's my friend Owl. Owl saw and landed. Now going further down the path, they run into Rabbit. Introducing each other they all head to Christopher Robins's to see if he knows how to send Paddington home to London from here.
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Fiction