Microfiction

The Forest of the Forgotten
Ellie hadn't planned on saying goodbye to anyone. The plan had been simple: prepare the mirrors, wait for Amnity to finish with the Council, and slip quietly into another world in search of answers about a past she couldn't remember. Clean, efficient, uncomplicated by sentiment or second thoughts.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
Reading While Lost
I slowly meander down the hall, the music trailing behind me, like my fingers along the wall. I round a corner, and the music becomes more distant. Along this hall is a double door, one of them slightly ajar. Curious, I look through the crack. I see a sliver of shelves of books. This must be the library. I gently push the door further open. Seeing the room empty, I step in, shutting the door behind me, practically muting the music.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 months ago in Fiction
The Ladder Test
“Welcome,” Ms. Tan’s voice cracked like chalk on a blackboard. “Five of you have been chosen for the rarest of chances—Chief Officer.”
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Fiction
The Knock That Binds
Some knocks remind. 🔑🗝️🔐🗝️🔑🔐🗝️🔑🗝️🔐🔑🗝️🔐🗝️🔑🔐🗝️🔑🗝️🔐 Avi wasn't like others--he loved the late shift because it was-- Quiet.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin5 months ago in Fiction
The ones who still march
It was getting darker, rain started its pitter-patter against my windshield when I decided to pull over to a narrow road that led into the forest. The next village was 25 kilometers away, and I was too exhausted to keep driving.
By Imola Tóth5 months ago in Fiction
The Roar of Nothingness
Before the Beginning There was no darkness, no light. No stars, no galaxies. No silence, because silence itself requires time to pass, and time had not yet been born.
By Article Writing Master5 months ago in Fiction
The Digital Detox Revelation
Lena’s world was a symphony of information. Holographic screens floated around her apartment, each a river of news feeds, social updates, and market data. As a Data Stream Curator, her value was her ability to stay connected, to spot trends in the chaos. She was good at it. The constant hum was the sound of success.
By Habibullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Thing about Flying Monkeys
Dawn was a girl of 18, and like her sister had shoulder length dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a blue denim jacket and pink lipstick. She stood at the door peering through the peephole with near dread of the presence of anybody who happened to be walking by.
By Timothy E Jones5 months ago in Fiction
Address In a Cemetery
Dear Meadow Book Acres Residents, I know I didn't see it coming, but you under estimated where I came from. You didn't expect it, although I certainly did. I knew this woman for forty four years, and I know what she is capable of.
By Susan Payton5 months ago in Fiction
Ms. Darling refuses to die.
Dear world or Whomever it may concern. Letter written in haste before I die, for I fear I may not escape her evil plans. I am Marjorie Greenwich, the estranged once best friend of Darlene Darling, who resides at #13 such and such road. To be read only on the event of my demise...or hers, whichever comes first. God only hope it is sooner rather than later, for she is not who she appears to be. Everyone though of her as a wonderful old lady.
By Antoni De'Leon5 months ago in Fiction
The Woman in the River
Dear Traveler, ¡Ayúdame! ¡Ayúdame! Why won’t anyone help me? My children, dios mío, my children! Won’t anyone help my children?
By Stephanie Hoogstad5 months ago in Fiction
The Virgin’s Offering. Content Warning.
Čachtice Castle . Oh Gracious Lady Bathory, Soak my innards in ceremonial wine, poison my soul in the bitter blood.
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Fiction