Microfiction

i wish someone would get to know me again.
I wish someone would get to know me. I want someone to learn my stories and hear my history. To place their hands on my spine and hold me, as if I am to be loved once again.
By KB2 years ago in Fiction
Some Cake Would Be Nice
After sky-cycling from Kyoto to Lagos, Yuzuko decided some cake would be nice. Abukar didn’t look like a billionaire with his oven mitts and baggy jeans. Nor did she drenched in sweat.
By Chloe Gilholy2 years ago in Fiction
The Diamond
I fear Na’Nikò will not be so lucky as to get out of this situation alive. * * * “This is the room of treasures. You will now be expected to prepare the sacred jewelry for all ceremonies. The gold must be perfectly polished. The gems must be spotless so that light may flow through them. That is extremely important. Do you understand, girl?”
By Lily Séjor2 years ago in Fiction
MY MISSING FOOTBALL
In the heart of my town nestled between rolling hills, there stood a big field where friends gathered every evening to indulge in their favorite sport: football. Among them was me, young Emmanuel, I have a passion for the game that burned brightly within me. I cherished my football a lot. It was a gift from my mother on my fifteen years birthday—like a prized possession.
By Aifuwa Emmanuel2 years ago in Fiction
A Dime for Your Thoughts
He always kept his lucky dime in his right pocket. It had been a dime he had stooped down to retrieve from the sidewalk. That was lucky for him that day because, as he stooped, a large rod had been thrown from the underside of a truck passing by. The rod, as it happened, flew over his ducking head and lodged in the brick wall of the building he was walking past. It sat there in sinusoidal motion, the vibrations of kinetic forces dissipating with a warbling quaver that quickly became inaudble into the higher registers.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Answered
The first anxious peep long before the alarm; just eyelids to start, but eventually through the blinds. 2AM, three, 3:30, four. No sign of what was promised the day before.
By Zack Graham2 years ago in Fiction
With Love. Top Story - February 2024.
Dear Idiot, This is why people have filing systems. Stuffing me in an unread book was a bad move. Do you even read by the way? Judging by the state of my neighbours I’m thinking not. Pages pristine, covers an inch deep in dust. You’re never going to find me.
By Lauren Everdell2 years ago in Fiction
Going Under: Valley of the Shadow of Death
February 10 is National Umbrella Day. Hoisting barriers to water and against ultraviolet radiation has proved convenient for about 5,000 years.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Deep End. Top Story - February 2024.
Chance subscribed to a universal mystique surrounding an unknown, a metaphysical construct called the deep end. It was his sensibility of going too far; overreaching; sticking your neck out.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Adeilmar
I do not own the rights to the world or ideas expressed in The Final Crusade, a fantasy game set in an African inspired Medieval setting. This is a game as yet unreleased to the general public which I have the privilege to play-test as it is developed.
By Tomos Jackson2 years ago in Fiction
The First Time
He woke, startled, his dreams were nightmares but had faded. It was quiet, he could not remember the last time that he had woken up to virtual silence. He could hear some movement but nothing that perturbed him.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
The Unpleasant of Darkmoon Roadway: A Genuine Harrowing Tale
One time per year, on the unpropitious evening of the Darkmoon, a frightful air plunges upon the abandoned stretch of street referred to just as Darkmoon Parkway. Settled amid thick woods and spurned scenes, this parkway has for quite some time been murmured about in quiet tones by local people, its name sending shudders down the spines of even the most courageous spirits. Legends talk about baffling vanishings, spooky nebulous visions, and the discernible presence of something evil sneaking inside the shadows.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction