Microfiction

The Map That Drew Itself Part 2
Some maps don't like being drawn--they prefer to hold the pen. 🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭 Elias tried to get on his feet, but Historian's curiosity got the better of the young man.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Rain in Bulawayo. AI-Generated.
Bulawayo, 1998 — a city of sunburned streets and restless winds, where the scent of dust and diesel hung heavy in the air. In the township of Mzilikazi, two brothers grew up chasing the same dream but running from different ghosts.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Human
The coffee maker still worked. That was something. Lorna stood in the kitchen of a house that wasn't hers—hadn't been anyone's for three years now—and watched the dark liquid drip into a chipped mug. Outside, vines crawled up the sides of skyscrapers. A deer grazed in what used to be Times Square. The planet was healing, they would have said, back when there was a "they."
By Parsley Rose 3 months ago in Fiction
Fate. Top Story - October 2025.
Despite seeing nearly five hundred years on its dusty dais, the meticulously crafted copy of Allgerion’s Catechism—the prophecy within foretelling that the first and only child of the seventh son of Avangarde and the third daughter of Mah’reel would usher forth the salvation of their world—was in a remarkable state of preservation.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 months ago in Fiction
Lived Once, Buried Twice
It is a terrible thing, to wake up in a coffin. The weight of the world is upon you, and death presses in from all sides. Terror chokes you and you know death truly, intimately. You have slumbered in his beachamber and felt his breath. It's yours. It sticks in your throat like soil.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
Down There
The dead know only one thing - "Private Joker", Full Metal Jacket "That is selcouth", the guide told him. "What?"
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Fiction
When Count Dracula Calls
Dear ME...before I became YOU. "Come to me". I hear the voice as clear as finely polished crystal. Dracula, the Vampire Lord himself, stoic, assured, proud...stands on a rain-slicked cobblestone street in a gothic city. How does he know where I live?
By Novel Allen3 months ago in Fiction
Someday BEGINs Today
If you have not read part 1 and 2 to this story, then please do so via the following link: Part 1: Part 2: By Rowan Finley
By Komal4 months ago in Fiction
The Stamp That Should Have Been
History is shared, not owned. 📮📫✉️📩📪📬📭📯📮📫✉️📩📪📬📭📯📮📫✉️📩📪📬📭📯 Young Singapore boasted 60 years in the making--the island nation's 60th birthday dawned on August the 8th with customary flypasts, parades, military gun salutes, and heartland fanfare.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin4 months ago in Fiction
Wheel of the Fortunate
Wheel of the Fortunate by Sindy Fitz Broken and stained, the sidewalk was sticky from the thick humid air attaching itself to everything like a damp blanket still hot from the dryer. It's an eerie thing with Christmas in a few weeks, I don't think I have seen snow or even felt a cold breeze for years now. The walk to this hostel feels like it takes twice as long since the "Fortunate Day". I'm so sick of living like this, working for a twisted and corrupt industry. Finding gullible, lost, unfortunate people to tear apart. Gameshows used to be fun, hell I remember when I would stay home from school watching the price is right, card sharks, wheel of fortune. Funny that we call it "Wheel of the Fortunate" its a fun twist on what is truly diabolical.
By Sindy Leah Fitz4 months ago in Fiction
The Princess & the P-
Once upon a time, there was a very wet princess. Soaked to the bone, she was, the fabric clinging to her curves and whatnot. Really, it hardly left a thing to the onlooker's imagination.
By L.C. Schäfer4 months ago in Fiction
He's Just A Lawn Mower
That was all that he did, mow the lawn. And when he had finished, he made a cup of tea, drank it, and then lay down on the bench in the tree-lined avenue for an afternoon nap.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Fiction