Microfiction
The Echo Chamber Breaker
Kael’s world was a symphony of agreement. As a Senior Curator for the Aethel Network, his job was to fine-tune the Consensus—the seamless, personalized reality stream fed to every citizen. The AI did the heavy lifting, but Kael and his colleagues were the artists, smoothing the last rough edges, ensuring the flow of information was harmonious, positive, and affirming. Conflict, tragedy, and offensive opinions were not censored; they were merely edited for clarity and comfort. It was a perfect world, and he was one of its architects.
By Habibullah5 months ago in Fiction
Haunted?
Mom… I hope you are not too sad that I am gone and that you know that I always love you and mr bunny that you always put on my bed when I was sleeping and he would fall off and I would wake up and find him on the chair beside me until one day you tried to wake me up and I could not get up and mr bunny was on the floor but all I could hear was you screaming and daddy screaming and bobby and danny crying and pretending that they were not when I went into the room and they could not see me and that was when I knew what was happening and I tried to cry too but all I could do was stand there and they said they felt cold as I walked past them and mr bunny was on the ground and you and daddy were still crying and I tried to pick him up and you were so loud and I kept trying and he fell out of the chair and you got so scared that you left me all alone and I could look at myself and I knew what was happening and I was not even scared with the sickness and you would not step back in with daddy and left me here so I said that I could write this if I really tried and it look like yes! I can write to you and leave this for you after all this and you can know that I am still here and that I am not going to scare you or daddy or bobby and danny and you can send me a note and I am a big girl and you were the best and mr bunny is yours now and please write to me when you can and I will always be here for you and you should not cry so much I love you and I am your daughter…
By Kendall Defoe 5 months ago in Fiction
Thin Line. Honorable Mention in Parallel Lives Challenge.
TBL Fingers with dirty nails shook as they struggled to tie bloody boot laces. Officer Perty was unsure of how his boots had come untied in the interaction. Blue and red light flashed around him, and he felt dizzy, sick, inhuman. ‘What have I done?’, he asked himself as he stood and looked at the body, the very small body of the man—boy that he’d just shot. Blood pooled around the body slowly, shining in the moonlight, reflections of the red and blue lights danced on the liquid. There was a buzzing in Perty’s ears, a low hum of blood pulsing through his own veins. His head was spinning with a deep pain, and his whole body vibrated with anxiety. Someone slapped his shoulder.
By Raine Fielder5 months ago in Fiction
Your Life In An Anthro's World
For a while, no one said anything. They just sat there, staring at you. The silence stretched on, becoming unnervingly long and awkward. Finally, the lion spoke. You couldn’t get over his sheer size—he was all muscle, wrapped in denim jeans and a red t-shirt.
By Dom Warden5 months ago in Fiction
Fu or Fubar
Reader, https://shopping-feedback.today/writers/tales-from-beyond-the-haunted-letter-challenge I penetrate your body and soul with the cold mists of the morning and evening fog. As light fades, I stop new growth. I move through the trees of life and wisdom, with my vaporous scythe, removing leaves and anything in my path. Your turn will come. I am forever near, prepared to strike down you, and those you love. I carry the chill of death, of what was and what will be. You dare say foo.
By Katherine D. Graham5 months ago in Fiction
Your Life In An Anthro's World
Your vision blurred as you stared at the moon through the shattered skylight you had fallen through. After a few moments, your surroundings sharpened into focus. You were disoriented and unsure of where you were, but then, like a flood, the events of the chase came rushing back. The fire escape, the rooftop, and then, the fall. You glanced down. You were sprawled across a crumpled store shelf. Miraculously, you weren’t seriously injured—just cuts and bruises, but even though they were shallow, they stung all the same.
By Dom Warden5 months ago in Fiction
Tenant. Winner in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
Knock, knock. I came to. Unaware that I had even drifted off. Was that knock real or had I dreamed it? The rain played the evening’s soundtrack. Calm. The clock said twelve, but it always said that. It’d decided who it was.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher5 months ago in Fiction
