Microfiction
Weird fantasy stories
Mary's magic shoe Mary was a young girl who loved to play in the woods near her house. One day, as she was exploring the forest, she stumbled upon a mysterious shoe lying on the ground. It was sparkling and covered in intricate designs. Curious, Mary picked up the shoe and decided to try it on.
By marwa moon7772 years ago in Fiction
A Day Off School. Content Warning.
He left his bike leaning on the rusty sign as the ocean boomed below him. The sea mirrored his inner emotions: angry, salty, erosive, powerful. Coming here was a solace. Something about the inevitability of the motion, the relentless, enduring push and pull grounded him and helped him to grasp life again and sort it into its relevant parts.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Winds & Andi
Amidst the vast green fields, the wind blew cheerfully, sweeping the soft grass like an endless dance of nature. Like waves flowing between the lush hills, the wind played with gentleness, carrying hidden messages in its soft whispers. In the midst of the expansive countryside, Andi sat peacefully, feeling the refreshing presence of the wind that brought life to everything around her.
By Hariandi Aprillah2 years ago in Fiction
Traveling Trina
Trina walked everywhere. It was the first rule she lived by. Trina had already walked over 3,000 miles over the last year and a half and turned down at least a hundred rides. That was rule number three: accept no rides from anyone, for she wasn’t a hitchhiker.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Etched in Stone
I'm a boomer. I vote. I mind the thermostat, keeping the temp just shy of Goldilocksian just rightness. I'm a boomer. While growing up, the holocaust was still a societal fresh memory. And a couple of atom bombs. And imminent nuclear war, whose threat, ironically, has reared its ugly head again.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Publish or Perish. Content Warning.
"Why are you playing this cruel game? Just give me my son back!" She was dazed as she sat at a desk in a room which was all black. The laptop in front of her cast meagre light. She knew someone else was with her because she caught glimpses of movement in her peripheral vision.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
