Microfiction

“My Parallel World
In a quiet town surrounded by mountains, large trees over 100 years old, several crystalline rivers, and numerous animals, there lived a young man named Leo. Leo was a curious and adventurous boy, always looking for answers to the mysteries of the universe. His restless spirit led him to explore every corner of his little world, always hoping to discover something new. That's why he went from one place to another with great emotion.
By Hendrik SancheZ2 years ago in Fiction
To Be Beautiful Again. Content Warning.
“Where…are…they?” Saliva splattered the peaman’s blue-green skin. The peaman’s rainbow plumage rose. With a thunderous screech, his captor flew into the wall.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Fiction
The Parting
I knelt on the cold hard earth. His skull heavy in my lap. My fingers still caressed his brow even though he had long left for Valhalla. Snow dusted all the fallen. They lay mangled, like seeds thrown across a field from the farmer's hand in spring. A raven perched on a frosted helmet. She cawed. Mournful and soft. Ebony in the snowfall. I stood and began to gather wood. Shortly I built a pyre. I dragged Halfdan to it. Lay him across. His hand still gripped his sword. His face proud, even in death, resembled the brazen warrior he was. I kissed his frozen lips, “Oh my fool,” I whispered and with a torch ignited the woodpile. The flames melted a ring in the snow around his burning body. I watched embers drift up to the darkening sky. They danced with the white snowflakes falling against them. I met Halfdan on a winter's night many years ago. I beat him in friendly combat at the Solstice and we made love all night after. Bathed one another, shared the tales of our scared bodies. I grew up in a village of shieldmaiden. Killed a wolf when I was only sixteen years old. He killed a bear. Though his father was with him. I don’t remember when the pyre burned out. I don’t recall the raven taking flight. The field sat silent as I made my leave. My every breath was visible in the chill and Halfdan’s helmet crowned my head.
By Ravenne 2 years ago in Fiction
Guess Jeans, Welcome Home, and I Do Not Lie!
Drabble random word for day 26 challenge: Guess, published by Fiction Shorts on medium.com
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Fiction
Out Like a Lion
The crisp night air cooled my disappointment. Snow was falling more thickly than when I arrived at Taft Hall, only to find that Public Safety had canceled the March event due to weather. My dorm was just a five-minute walk, so I declined their offer to stay.
By Norreida Reyes2 years ago in Fiction
"Tough is a Mother's Love"
She woke to the sound of pounding on her front door. She could hear dispatch on their radios. Heart racing, as is her mind, all she can think is something really bad has happened, why else would the police be at her door in the middle of the night?
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Fiction
"The Truth in a Snowflake"
Have you ever heard a snowflake? If you listen carefully you can, waking me, they whispered, we are falling, falling fast, reaching a crescendo that will not last. You know they will never lie. I know this to be true. I sat in awe of their beauty as they fell last night, while they soothed my broken soul. With the melody in their song, they sang me back to sleep. I looked for them when I awoke, there was not one to be seen. How can such beauty disappear, leaving not a trace? Instead, a tear runs down my face sent in the snowflake's place.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Fiction
Stretching Poor (aka. The Work House)
The last night you spend with your children is the most precious, and the most horrifying few hours of your life. Being poor is stretching. Stretching every penny, stretching your luck, stretching the goodwill of others. All to stretch out the survival of your children, if not yourself.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
A Writer Named Christie
Three days until the end of January and I will have written a story every day for a month! Hopefully, there will have been a lot of variety. I will continue to endeavour to write something every day. Here's to three more days of January and to welcoming February in, the month of romance and extra days every so often.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Steps Forward. Top Story - January 2024.
Drifting on the air, the snowflakes do not feel cold when they land on my cheeks and melt like tears. The wind is what bites into me. I covered my face with my thick scarf and pulled my wool hat down to my eyes, but it does not protect from the icy wind. I am determined, I have to make it, I made a promise to myself. My boots sink into the ever deepening drifts, and find slick purchase on the stones beneath.
By Megan Russ2 years ago in Fiction
Nellie's Nightmare
I pace the floors, looking for a way out of this windowless maze, coming upon dead end after end. Holding my candle high, I inspect all the nooks and crannies. I moan as I realize I’ve been locked in some sort of crypt. I can see the etchings on the walls, displaying where a tomb would be. I look closer, and the engravings show me the year of the burial of each resting place.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Crimson Roots of Shadowhaven
The legend whispered around the village of Shadowhaven echoed a warning, "to be kind to your wife". It all started with Lord James when he married his very young bride, Sable, 'twas not a love match. Young Sable's job was to make this middle-aged Lord a father of many sons. After seasons of trying, the young bride was as barren as the Lord's frosty heart.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Fiction