Microfiction

A Wild Moment
The rangy mare stared at me from the safety of her shelter as I poked the handful of hay between the solid rails of the metal panels forming her corral.
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Fiction
Black cat on a wedding day
A man was waiting alone in a room. The Sun was beginning to shine, he could see warm rays casting through the dulcet window nearby.
By L.Clabrough2 years ago in Fiction
115—Sirens, Part II: Orpheus
Orpheus tasted the air. He saw the stars above, harmonizing in their secret way with the men who toiled at ropes and sails. He heard the music of the spheres, wafting in waves, seeking accompaniment.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
114—Sirens, Part I: Odysseus
He tasted that salty spray taste. He thought of the music of the spheres heard by Pythagoras. Now he hoped to hear something divine on Earth.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadows In The Corners. Content Warning.
The Shadows "Daddy, I'm scared, can I sleep with you tonight?" He was a single parent. His wife had been killed in dubious circumstances last year, and despite going to trial nothing could be proved.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
A Little Oversight
“Excuse me Sir. Sir? Please Sir, you can’t board the plane yet, I need to check your luggage.” Wayne hesitated and turned to look at the flight attendant. “Why do you need to check my luggage? Shouldn’t that have occurred at check-in?”
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
The Consolation Prize
It was the day of the result and she had been shortlisted. She dared to hope. Could she be the winner of the Somerset Saki Society's Short Story prize, known as the "5s" or "Fives" in the literary world?
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
"Scroggy"
Bath-time was over. The nightlight emitted a soft and friendly orange glow. The toddler, smelling of baby soap and clean pyjamas, lay in the crook of her mother's arm. Her hair curled away from her temples, framing big, wide eyes.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
As Her Eyes Open
She sits and writes every morning, as soon as she wakes. Words pour from her mind in a jumble that spill to the page, practically without her assistance. They have a desperate need to get out into the world.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
60 Second Ride
An adventure. That was what Astrid wanted. She didn't think it was too much to ask for, keeping her expectations realistic when, in truth, she imagined a journey to a distant land or a daring quest through uncharted territories. What she got instead was a rickety old merry-go-round in Morison Park that squeaked and rattled with each turn.
By B2 years ago in Fiction
The Instruction. Top Story - April 2024.
“All sales are final!” the shop keeper yelled after him as the jingle announced his departure from the second-hand shop. He shrugged and felt the leather bomber-jacket gripping his shoulders tightly. It was satisfying.
By Brannan K.2 years ago in Fiction
Poison Shrine. Content Warning.
Poison Penny resides inside the ruins of an old sanctuary in the deep woods, where the sun seldom reaches. Those who have traversed there have never returned to tell the tale. Those whom she had taken there, their hearts now adorn her walls.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction