Microfiction
The Soul Sketcher's Portrait
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the cacophony of daily life, there existed a quaint little art studio tucked away in an alley. The studio was known only to a few, but those who stumbled upon it were drawn by an inexplicable force, as if their souls were guided there by destiny itself.
By BHUVANESHWARAN2 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Humanity
The severity of their attachment trauma had plunged them all so very deeply into fear. The frequency of which was so great that humankind had lost all true understanding of love. The fear was so powerful it had eroded and decayed their health. And without health, they had become mortal.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Fiction
The Trapdoor
I stand here, on the trapdoor. Every detail alive and sparking. The feel of hemp on my neck, the shade of the sky. I suck in breath after cold breath. How sweet that is! How many more? Fifty? Thirty? Less? Fear quickens it. Some part of me seems in a hurry to get as many breaths in as possible. All the ones I should have in my lifetime, in this little slice of time I have left. My heart is doing the same trick.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Two Stories From the Six-Year-Old Version of My Daughter . Top Story - March 2024.
A few years ago my daughter made up a couple stories when she was six. She’s now almost nine years old. As a way to store her stories so I can show her when she’s grown up, here they are below:
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Pain-God
After my appendectomy, I asked the anesthetist about how my depth of anesthesia was monitored. "We monitor processed EEG waves, frontal lobe activity that quasi-linearizes balances between GABA and an index value that documents your sedation. Above a certain number, it assures deep-enough sedation."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
