Microfiction

Typewriter and the Author
Shafts of light streamed in through the wide window, warming the mahogany-stained desk and casting a spotlight on the ancient typewriter. Its black and red ribbons are brittle and crumbling, its alphanumeric keys eroded beneath decades of keystrokes. A yellowing sheet of paper remains wound around its return bar. What is written on the page has long since passed from the typewriter’s recollection. He had memorized it once, but now all he could recall were the final keystrokes as several remained jammed. The author had neglected to repair him, so here he lay, gathering rust and dust.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
Comeuppance
Full of apprehension, I was kept waiting 20 minutes before being sent into the Captain’s office. He sat at that big teak desk, hands folded in front. Smiling.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
Do Androids Dream of Murder?
The woman is gorgeous; perfectly put together. Looking at her, you can believe someone made her in a computer. Since AI improved in leaps and bounds, and android manufacture improved exponentially, many people are relying on androids for all sorts of things. Including sex. It's less messy. Lower risk of pregnancy, disease, infidelity.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Ragged Man. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
"Burn her!" The mob were shouting as Carys was brought to the pyre. The ragged man watched from the cover of the building. Carys looked demure, resigned.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Exploring the Unpredictable Beauty of Love's Disarray
In a charming town nestled amid picturesque landscapes of rolling hills and babbling brooks, there thrived a unique phenomenon known as "Love's Disarray." Unlike a tangible location or a concrete entity, Love's Disarray was more of a state of existence, an emotional terrain where hearts wandered along whimsical paths of serendipity and chaos.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan2 years ago in Fiction
Unraveling Love
In the serene town of Willowbrook, nestled amidst undulating hills and verdant landscapes, dwelled two souls whose destinies were intertwined by the hand of fate – Emily and Nathan.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan2 years ago in Fiction
No More Poetry
Behind Bars I consider myself a poet, or I did do. I have written many books of poetry but at my trial, they were all burned. My crime, I was accused and found guilty of writing poetry.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Magic Bookstore
The day started like any other Saturday morning, with rain casting the town in a dark gray haze. The rain was steady but light as I made my way down the sparse streets of the town. I hummed a random tune as I twirled the umbrella, hopping from puddle to puddle, splashing rainwater on my pants. Saturday mornings always put me in a good mood. It is the one day a week I can visit my favorite place in the world, an old bookstore. The old brick building shows its age compared to the modern shops surrounding it.
By Pamela_Ann952 years ago in Fiction
The Knot We Untie
In the heart of a bustling city, where time seemed to sway to its own rhythm, resided two souls whose paths were destined to intertwine – Emma and Liam.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan2 years ago in Fiction
Moving In
He was going to ask her to move in with him. They'd been together now for a year and he felt like the next logical step in their relationship was to cohabit and to build; to create a home life.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Love's Unraveled Symphony
In a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and babbling brooks, there lived a young couple named Lily and James. They were the epitome of high school sweethearts – inseparable, goofy, and deeply in love. Their relationship seemed like the perfect melody, each note blending seamlessly with the next.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan2 years ago in Fiction
The Eerie Diner
In the heart of a sleepy town stood a diner unlike any other. Its name was whispered in hushed tones among the locals: "The Eerie Diner." Some said it was cursed, while others claimed it held secrets darker than the night itself. But despite the ominous rumors, the diner remained open, its neon sign flickering invitingly in the darkness.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction