Microfiction
Unraveling Fiction: Where Dreams Meet Reality in the World of Imagination"
In contemplating the essence of fiction, we delve into the realms of imagination, where stories are born from dreams and experiences. As children, we spin tales for our mothers, weaving together fantastical narratives inspired by the depths of our minds. Yet, amidst the enchantment lies a fundamental truth: fiction is a product of our imagination, a tapestry woven from the threads of our dreams.
By Puja Hembrm 2 years ago in Fiction
Taking Inventory
He was the night watchman at the inflatable woman factory. He was designated employee #26, that shift's assignment. Having never had relationships with women, his only familiarity with the fairer sex was via the polyvinyl woman du jour he chose to "inspect" after midnight each shift.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Unfinished Business
My footsteps echoed in the empty hall as I walked through the school. If I listened closely, I could hear the sounds of students and teachers rushing through the corridors. The bang of a locker door would punctuate the roar of talking and the yelling of the students as they tried to navigate the halls and learn about life. It had been decades since I’d been here—four to be exact.
By Kenneth Lawson2 years ago in Fiction
Programmable Lies. . Content Warning.
Written for the L.C. Schafer prompt. Find all the juicy details below. 2112 was one of those prophetic years. Paranoia about the world ending was all over the news. I couldn't waste time caring about that. Instead, I obsessively watched snippets of the advertising video, anticipating my sexbots' arrival by amazon drone.
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
Scrimshaw Seamstress
The soft crunch of feet through fresh powder, in an otherwise still silence of snowfall behind me, electrified from my spine through my finger tips as my flight or flight response was peaked. I froze. The kind of harsh, bone-chilling immobilization that comes from brutal decisions. The kind of decisions only satiated by blood.
By Conner Carpenter2 years ago in Fiction
The Guilt of the Human Condition. Content Warning.
"Lewis... Just do what you have to. You hear me?" It doesn't matter how many times those words echo in his head or how hard he tries to focus on the crackle of the fire his shaking hands are hovering over. Lewis can still hear it.
By Alivia Varvel2 years ago in Fiction
