Microfiction

A Demon Comes Calling
I know he's there. I can always feel it. He's never reached for me, not yet anyway. Always feels like he's gonna. Will his scabbed, liver-spotted hands make contact with me, or pass through?
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Shapes
“A shape I like.” *** If I had to pick a favorite shape, that would be impossible. So many exist. But two shapes jump out at me.
By Amethyst Champagne2 years ago in Fiction
Bored
Jessica just put down a book, she thought would peak her interest to read. The first page did not captivate her at all. It was about a lawyer who prevented justice in child custody by lying and omitting the truth.
By Mariann Carroll2 years ago in Fiction
104: “And If Anyone Here Were to Object...”
My brother Carl is an unsightly man. He has great eyes, a perfect nose, wonderful smile, and glorious head of hair. But putting it all together just doesn't work. We all know people like this. Every individual part's perfect, but the gestalt is very unpleasant on the eyes.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Little Dread Riding Hood
Breathing in the cool night air, the girl in the red riding hood closes her eyes in delight. The tang of the damp forest floor with its mossy undertone brings back pleasant memories.
By Heather Zieffle 2 years ago in Fiction
Kiss Me When the Skies Turn Orange. Top Story - April 2024.
A/N: Thank you so much for the Top Story pick and all your lovely comments! I take a seat next to Martha on our patio, handing her an empty wineglass. I pour the most expensive Bordeaux we have into hers and mine. We're both in our best dresses. She has on a sparkling violet ball gown, the chiffon creating a poufy mess around her legs. I'm wearing my best gold wrap-around dress. We don't bother with shoes. What's a skeleton going to do with shoes?
By CT Idlehouse2 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tale - Jack and The Beanstalk
Jack had again climbed the beanstalk and talked the Giant’s wife into feeding him. While eating the bread and milk she gave him, he heard the Giant coming and hid. The Giant yelled out “Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive, or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!”
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
When Dreams Are Scary
I aim to write these so that you can enjoy them as stand alone stories, or one after the other. If you'd like to do the latter (they're all very short):
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Confirmation Needed
I wish this afternoon was behind me! My heart flutters as I walk up to the door and pause before knocking. My heartbeat begins to race. My mind speeding through random thoughts; between hoping no one is home to anticipating the first meeting, nervously excited.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
Lost the Last Man
“Sari, we need to get the crew on board quickly, we are being attacked,” I scream in panic. Sari starts ushering everyone through the doors as bullets begin to sing around them.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
Wheat
6:03P.M The collision was horrendous and loud. Rosalie tried to force Clement to stop the Jeep by punching his bicep and trying to turn the steering wheel hard to the right. The dangerous attack on her father only made her fall back into the passenger seat as the Jeep violently veered back to the left.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Harbingers of Testing Times
An elderly wanderer was walking along a country road and suddenly saw three beautiful women riding horses toward him. As they approached him, the wanderer asked, "Who are you, fair ladies, and where are you heading?"
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction