Microfiction
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
When the Moon Forgot to Rise
It began with a silence. Not a sound silence, but a light silence. The long, blue twilight of the summer evening deepened, but the familiar, gentle silver that should have followed… didn't. The world waited. Crickets chirped. Fireflies blinked. But the eastern horizon remained a stark, empty black.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
What is a funeral, really?
One night at the funeral home on my way leaving work I thought I heard a noise coming from the embalming room. I was the only one there. I stood there at the front door wondering should I check it out. Then I thought it was nothing, but I heard creaking coming from that direction. I went down the hall I could feel goosebumps and began to shiver. It was me coming out the door for I never knew when to finish work and I died working and now forever checking and rechecking making sure that things are done. Help!
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Spoke to the Night. AI-Generated.
They said he only came out after midnight. In a city that never slept, Noctis Varen was the quiet pulse between the ticking hours — a man of silence, a shadow among neon lights. He ran a small photography shop near the harbor, open from dusk till dawn. Most people thought it strange, but he said the world only shows its truth at night.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
