Microfiction

Run!. Content Warning.
"Run!" That was the last word I heard before the blast, when things were normal. Buildings stood, complete. People were moving leisurely, meandering and weaving, talking and laughing. I could hear.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Hope for Humanity. Content Warning.
The infantryman stumbled to his feet in the thick smoke and the noise and the horror of the battle. He struggled, his boots trying to find the ground; what had once been flat and accessible suddenly lumpen, pustulated and oozing with the heavy casualties of war. He was alive but barely. As shells whizzed and exploded and the earth lifted, clumps flying, he tried to focus. God, he wanted to live! Where were the others? He was reeling, disoriented, gulping air which was acrid and foul. He stifled the terror and despair that threatened to conquer him and willed himself to seek survival.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Interview. Content Warning.
She'd seen his mug shot on the TV. Guilty of war crimes. She'd seen the pits where he'd ordered "human detritus," to be dumped, layer upon layer, making the bile burn her throat.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Sand
The boy labours in the sand. The waves tickle closer, the sun drops lower in the sky, and still he keeps digging. Papa, speaking softly, rests a hand on his shoulder. Gestures up the beach to where Mama is packing up their things. Scowling, the boy shrugs him away. Papa frowns, too, his voice hardening. The boy digs.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Seeing Signs: An Odd Occurrence
There are times when I see signs. And not the ones for streets - though they do crop up there. I’m talking about the figurative ones. The subtle happenings around me which seem to signify something. What that is, I don’t know.
By Snarky Lisa2 years ago in Fiction
Adanne The fat girl with bad odor. AI-Generated.
There was once a small village nestled in vibrant green hills and farms. Princess Lila lived in this quaint community with her father, King Hadrian, as its benevolent ruler. Lila was known throughout the kingdom for her kind heart and generosity.
By Teller2 years ago in Fiction
196: Lest They Not Be Forgotten — the Memorial Wall
The cleverness of the human mind, twisted by strategic jurisprudence, had made a holocaust possible even in this democracy. Of the 14 million Xenotians of their pre-holocaust demographic, only 56 remained.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Pea Blossom Five peas in a shell discover their destinies... AI-Generated.
Once upon a time, there were five peas in a pod. They were all green, as was their pod, and naturally assumed the whole world must be green too. The pod grew, the peas grew, and they adapted to their situation, sitting side by side in a row. The sun shone outside, warming the pod and making it transparent and clear; the weather was mild and enjoyable during the day, and dark at night, as usual. As the peas sat there, they grew larger and began to think more deeply, feeling there must be something more they ought to do.
By Mody.com2 years ago in Fiction
A Fizzy Secret
I'm Bryony. I'm fifteen. I wear my hair in a high ponytail. I'm not confident enough to wear it any other way. My most stand-out feature is my freckles. I'm covered in them, especially on my face. They make me self conscious. I am so close to being absolutely mortified in any given moment, that it doesn't take much to set me off. I'm fair-skinned as well, so I blush easily. This makes me even more self-conscious.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
War Party by GWAR. Content Warning.
Introduction I published a story on a Pink Floyd song, which you can read here. It was suggested I do a similar piece on "War Party" by GWAR.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Birthday Cake. Content Warning.
"I never bought you a fucking cake." "Why not?" "Why not? Who ever buys me a cake? Eh?" "You don't like cake." "Don't tell me what I like!"
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Chase
To pursue or not to pursue? I say, Pursue! And here I am, chasing, chasing, chasing! And he's looking back at me, wondering where I am, and I'm there, on his heels, grinning and hurtling after him, gaining with each running stride!
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction