Microfiction

The Trail of the Snail. Content Warning.
I dedicate this story to Charlie. *** Just at the moment that you're born, so is a snail. And so begins a relentless pursuit, a race between molluscs and mammal. Snails may look like they are aimless meanderers but this is not the case. In truth, they are the harbingers of death, and their trails, whilst seemingly random, all lead to one person: the person to whom they have been linked from the day of their arrival on Earth.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Woods of the Enchanting Trails
In a period when legends were as plentiful as the stars and myths were as dancing with the winds, there was a world that had not been affected by the passage of time, and that realm was the Whispering Woods kingdom.
By Estalontech2 years ago in Fiction
Blowing Dandelions
Dandelion seeds blowing in the wind Wishes made cannot be unmade Make your wish well Pick your want and focus Will it so to make it come true
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Good Ol' Tooth Fairy Days
I remember my childhood friends. Playing hide-and-seek outside till dark. Not a care in the world. The day's disagreements, debates, and fights--forgotten with the next sunrise. Those were the good ol' days. As taken for granted as teeth.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Father, Aglow
When Susannah opens the door, I remember why I lost you. It was ages ago, decades. Hell, centuries for all it matters. The years as they stare at me are fresh and new in the light from the deck. It’s orange and blue, you across from me, radiating the fire I put behind you. I am not the sun. Was not. I’ll end just as blue as a corpse in snow.
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in Fiction
The Dreamscape
I didn't want to enter her dreams because children's dreams are difficult and wild. Truly, I feared more than that. I had nightmares. Me! I hadn't had any for years. Now, every time I closed my eyes, I dreamed I am a cat-shape, silky and pale. I find the girl in the dreamscape. She clutches me. I abandon the dream to visit her bedroom in the physical world and stand guard over her sleeping form. He comes into her room and walks through me as if I'm a ghost. I can't stop him-
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Rubbish Collector. Content Warning.
The task ahead of him was mountainous. Literally. He was not alone in it, there were others, but something about the environment made him feel the loneliness of his existence, like he was a speck on the earth. He always felt like this here.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Can I Get You Another?
There's no sign outside. You might wonder how anyone ever finds it. Rest assured: word gets around. Duck behind the second hand shop, scuttle down the crooked alley, turn left. See that man there wearing overalls, hat pulled over his eyes? Or maybe today, he looks like he's on a cigarette break. Say the right words, and if he likes the look of you, he might unlock the chain on the dilapidated door behind him.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Secrets of the Ocean
The ocean is a vast and mysterious world that covers over 70% of the Earth's surface. It is home to an incredible variety of life, from tiny plankton to giant whales.
By TEK TRIK2 years ago in Fiction
ECHOES OF THE WHISPERING WOODS
In the heart of the kingdom of Eloria, nestled between the towering peaks of the Misty Mountains and the shimmering waters of the Silver Lake, lay the Whispering Woods. This ancient forest was not like any other in the realm; its trees were more than mere flora, for they were sentient beings, guardians of an ancient wisdom that flowed through their roots like veins of precious gemstones.
By Yannick Simo2 years ago in Fiction
UNSTOPPABLE
In a world where challenges loomed like giants in the mist, there existed women who defied the odds, their spirits unyielding, their determination unshakeable. These are the stories of those who dared to dream, to fight, and to rise against the currents of adversity.
By Yannick Simo2 years ago in Fiction
The Vanishing Point
In the quaint village of Millbrook, cradled amidst rural landscapes, there lingered a tale passed down among the local people in subdued whispers. They talked of the Enigma of Ephemera, an arcane occurrence that transpired once every ten years. As the night bathed in full moonlight, an inexplicable event would transpire - a house would disappear into thin air, leaving nothing but the barren land where it once stood.
By Daniza 2 years ago in Fiction