Microfiction
Drabbles #1: Lucy's Fear, Frozen, Reincarnation, and Revelations
A Drabble is a self-contained, flash-fiction story of exactly 100 words. A Drabble can be a simplified version of a longer work of fiction, or what started as a Drabble can become the inspiration for a longer short story, even for a novel.
By Susan Fourtané 2 years ago in Fiction
Emperor's Empiric Expansion Exposes Entities
"Randy! Heads up!" The radio blared. "No problem, Chester! Accelerating past eighty, now! No way this freak's getting past me!" Checking his mirrors, the suspect moved effortlessly into his blind spot, paced Randy for a bit, then peeled away. Jaw slack, eyes wide, foot easing off the gas, Randy pulled over. "HE JUST WALKED MY 800 HORSEPOWER CHARGER LIKE I WAS STANDING STILL! WHAT THE HELL!"
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Fiction
Dark Fae. Content Warning.
Legends abound about me, passed down through the centuries. Some say I come for your soul to eat; others say I come for your children and leave changelings in their places. Most don’t believe in me, but a few still do. Those few cross themselves at every strange coincidence, praying I’ll pass their house and loved ones by.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Location, Location, Location
Sandra stood in front of the vacant building, excitement taking hold, her dream materialising within her mind. She could see the future twinkle of bright lights, picture the position of the client’s chairs, envisage the equipment adorning the walls and she knew it would work.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
Emperor's Empowering Exalting Exposed Empire
"Goodness, what a buffoon." "Hush, Ceolwulf. We're guests here," she elbowed his ribs. "Humor me, Celeste. His idiocy displays excessive naivety. Him doing this, inviting us, including his potential enemies, exemplifies his weaknesses."
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Fiction
Spectating. Runner-Up in Just a Minute Challenge. Top Story - April 2024.
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Fiction









