Microfiction

The Woman With The Soulful Eyes
I sat and watched and didn't smile. It was a good show. I enjoyed it. A lot. But it didn't make me smile. Nothing could. He'd offered one thousand dollars to the first person who could do it. Several people had tried, but no one had succeeded.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Summer Solstice
In the medieval town of Salisbury, a revival of an ancient solstice ritual has unveiled an unexpected power. As the townspeople gathered around the daunting pillars of Stonehenge, a palpable energy coursed through the air; the ancient stones hummed with a low, resonant vibration. Amidst the gathering, a young girl named Lucy stood with her parents, discerning a strange sense of belonging she couldn't quite explain. She had persuaded her parents to take her to Stonehenge for the summer solstice as it was the only time the rocks could be touched.
By Oliver Millward2 years ago in Fiction
187 Nocturnal Fruitions
By second grade, she and her husband knew he'd be relegated to Special Ed. "What will you discover tonight, Brock?" his mom asked. "Every night you wake up with great ideas. I bet you'll cure cancer tonight. You've already solved the energy crisis, drug addiction, and the homeless problem, right? Because you're a genius, Brockie."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Rightest Wrong
Waking up from sleep is normal. Most people do it every day. Dragging yourself out of a coma-like state is not normal. The brain is "like a computer" apparently. I'd had Dr Pepper poured on the keyboard of mine, and then it was chucked out of a window.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Exhausted. Top Story - July 2024.
"Sir, I think we have a problem." "Oh yes? With what?" "With Rachel Deeming, sir." "Remind me - who is she?" "She's a writer, sir. Not famous, sir but she is one of our most prolific."
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Sonic Garden Revolution: How Acoustic-Responsive Plants Are Transforming Urban Landscapes
In the heart of thriving metropolises, an innovative transformation is taking root. Imagine strolling through an urban park where plants respond to the city's rhythm, their leaves moving not just with the air currents, but to the soft murmur of conversations and distant traffic. This isn't science fiction – it's the forefront of sensory horticulture, poised to revolutionize our interaction with nature in urban settings.
By Jeff Hutchings2 years ago in Fiction
186 Independence Day
Around midnight, September 20, 1777, 1200 British soldiers crashed fences and launched a surprise bayonet attack on sleeping American revolutionary troops encamped near Malvern, Pennsylvania. This Battle of Paoli was one of the Revolutionary War's bloodiest.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
THE HOUSE ON HOLLOW HILL
Deep in the misty valleys of Hollow Hill stood an old, abandoned mansion. Its once-grand façade was now a decaying relic of forgotten opulence, shrouded in ivy and surrounded by overgrown gardens choked with thorns. The locals whispered of dark secrets that permeated its walls, warning travelers to steer clear of its haunted halls.
By Syed Hammad Hussain2 years ago in Fiction
The Bag - Shift
If He had been a Perceptive, He would have known that there had been a shift; He would have known that a new player had been brought into His game; He would have known that He was no longer the one who held all the power.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
One More Minute
Suspended in a delicious moment, all the sweeter because I have to stop this... Just one more minute... I pulled away saying, "I'd better go,". Started walking towards the house... only for everything to glitch and look: I hadn't moved away at all.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
185 Special Delivery
The stork knew he was busted. "You called me, sir?" he asked. Mr. Natal looked up. "Yes." The stork waited uncomfortably. Finally, Natal spoke. "You delivered the wrong babies to the wrong couples, Mr. Stork. It wouldn't be so bad, but one's a girl and the other's a boy. Wrong babies, wrong genders--wrong everything!"
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Light of Eldenwood
In the small town of Eldenwood, nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, there was a legend that had been whispered through generations. It spoke of an ancient solstice ritual that had once been the lifeblood of the community. But as time passed, the ritual had been forgotten, relegated to the pages of dusty books and the minds of the elderly.
By Ribin2 years ago in Fiction