Microfiction
From Boresome to Rousing Moments...
**Prelude: Vanishing in the Emptiness** The hero is detained in a universe of vacancy during a standard train ride, in the midst of the dreariness of passing mists. Beforehand a clever onlooker of life's nuances, she currently finds it hard to draw motivation from her environmental elements. She yearns for something, anything, to awaken her, yet inquiries of course and reason wait.
By Abdur Rahman 2 years ago in Fiction
Surviving the Scorch
In the heart of Abuja, where the sun beats down relentlessly, a group of students at Federal University Abuja found themselves grappling with the unforgiving heatwave that had engulfed the city. As the temperature soared to unprecedented heights, life on campus became a battle against the scorching sun.
By Esseabasi Ambrose2 years ago in Fiction
77 Digital Message in an Analog World
"For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been.'" — John Greenleaf Whittier, 1854 They had me and they knew it. Time to pay the piper. Time to pay Paul; Peter's robbery now irrelevant. My lesson: spend their money and don't pay them back--lose a finger. Or more.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
I Sing To Them. Top Story - March 2024. Content Warning.
I sing to them, the dear little children. With my feet. There is something about the sound that twists around inside their adorable heads and pulls all the right switches. I sing into the mist curling through the forest, and I can feel, in my gut and blood and bones, how it reaches them in their dreams.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Olde Antique Shoppe - Part 2 - Finding the Rolodex
So, the story below follows on from my first tale, The Olde Antique Shoppe: *** I put down my grandfather's letter. I was a little bit shocked and found myself quelling a surge of grief. Hearing his voice, even if only in my head, had been both wonderful and heartbreaking.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction






