Microfiction

Ice Cream: Gothic. Content Warning.
Introduction This is inspired by the black Ice Cream for the Whitby Goth Weekend. It tastes deliciously gothic. Ice Cream: Gothic
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
They Hunted Her
Cold bites with mean blue teeth, and it bit her now. Cheeks and nose tip raw, and the rest of her fairly frozen to match, all the way down to her bones.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Never Again
“Bartender, hit me up. Make it neat and keep them coming. I’m celebrating.” Whisky is my passion, my soul mate, my best friend and my confidante.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
He Has No Idea
Laying back on the lounge watching the football, after a hot day in the garden, almost dozing off, until I hear frantic feet rushing my way.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
"Echoes of Eternity"
In the quiet town of Oakridge, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering forests, there lived a curious young girl named Amelia. With eyes wide as the starlit sky above, she spent her days exploring the woods, searching for hidden wonders and untold secrets.
By Pragya Verma2 years ago in Fiction
The Blind Woman at the Bus Stop
He was a callous bastard. This proved it all the more. I knew it from junior school. He'd take a kid's sandwich, bite into it, spit it out and crush the rest in front of them. His laughter would be maniacal, especially if the kid cried.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Call Dan. Content Warning.
Hey, I'm awake. My ringer is on. Call me if you need anything, okay? Hope you're all right. Sweet Dan. I was thankful for the voicemail. Even though I didn't plan on answering the call, it was good to know he was there. I'd texted him just asking if he was awake, but we're miles away from each other now, since the move, and he knows better than to believe that was just a 2am let's-play-COD text. But that was half a bottle of vodka ago, and I've gotta say, I'm feeling better.
By Belle2 years ago in Fiction
A Fatal Nod. Top Story - April 2024. Content Warning.
The stench of rotten meat wakes her. Desperately, she tries returning to her nightmares, but sleep again mocks her with its flight.
By Kenny Penn2 years ago in Fiction
Stop the Press
The farmer tilted his hat to better protect the back of his neck from the sun. He shifted the hoe handle in his calloused, weathered hands and turned his attention to the next row.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Open Oh Wretched Earth
The cannon's recoil shook the sand between the bags lining their earthworks. Again and again, the artillery batteries roared, pumping shell after shell filled with an arcane mixture of magnesium and sulfur into the once lush green Canadian hinterland. Rodney thought nothing could suffer the power they unleashed upon that forest.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Rap, Unzel
Long ago, a young couple wed and wanted a child. They knew how to make one and practiced often, but to no avail. They blamed each other, but kept trying, because back in the “long ago” there wasn't much else to do, and hey, it was fun!
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Fiction
Arabian Night
"Open up!" Aladdin yelled as he tapped on Genie’s lamp. Smoke appeared and brought him inside. In the lamp Genie greeted him with open arms. "ALADDIN! Come in! How are you?” He said kissing Aladdin repeatedly on both cheeks .
By Jennifer David2 years ago in Fiction