Microfiction

The Arcade
There was an arcade at the old building. It was only open during school hours. Kids would ditch school to go there. It was ran by a man named Dr Insidious. He wasn't a real doctor, and that was just the name he used. One day an arrogant annoying boy skipped school and told him his games were too easy. Unaffected, Dr Insidious challenged him to his own game-skull dice.
By Sid Aaron Hirji2 years ago in Fiction
Linden's Flower. Top Story - January 2024.
EDIT: I was somehow under the impression that we weren't supposed to credit the creator of the image we were assigned, but that wasn't the case. I'm happy to give credit to Leslie Merrit for the featured image I had the pleasure of using for the challenge.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Oak & Acorn - Episode 2
The Library, a Refuge of Paper Wings The library was Elias's sanctuary, a cathedral of paper wings soaring between whispering shelves. Dust motes danced in sunbeams slanting through stained-glass windows, painting the air with stories untold. Here, the echoes of his family's fractured fairy tale faded, replaced by the symphony of rustling pages and the soft hum of turning gears in the grandfather clock.
By J.mellal2 years ago in Fiction
Growing. Top Story - January 2024.
It was well after 8AM, but Lola could hardly tell. All that crossed through the blinds was a weak, grayish light. In her old apartment, light poured in through her tall windows as soon as the sun rose. Not here, in a ground-floor apartment where all the windows faced a neighboring building.
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Fiction
Announcing the death of Placeholder Text (Template)
My ridiculous take on RM Stockton's awesome "Write Club Prompt (Unofficial Challenge) 1. Write an Obituary, you can find out more about it here:
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
A Plumeria to Remember
I brought a plumeria with me today. Sitting at the spot. You know the spot. Where we would sit. Where the sea air catches against the palms and filters down the long fronds and we would feel the chills course through our bodies. As I feel those chills flow through my body and shiver, I remember. I remember it like it was yesterday, the first time we sat there. The first time I reached over to you and pulled you in close to rest your head against my body. To warm you.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Pick Up
For feck’s sake, again? I’m here. Here. I’m here ye feckin… What’s the point? It’s no bother to me anyway, so why trouble myself.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Oak & Acorn - Episode 1
Echoes of Laughter, Fissures of Silence Dust motes pirouetted in the attic's golden sunlight, like ghosts of memories dancing to a forgotten tune. Elias, a small explorer amongst forgotten treasures, unearthed a leather-bound album, its cover faded from vibrant roses to sepia whispers. Hesitantly, he cracked it open, the creak resonating through the silence like a mournful sigh.
By J.mellal2 years ago in Fiction
The Frozen Lake. Content Warning.
This story has been written in response to L.C. Schäfer's proposal to spend 2024 losing my mind...sorry, I mean, choosing to write a microfiction story every day, making 366 stories for every day of this lovely leap year. You can check her original story out here:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Com N. Decency
It is with great regret that we announce the passing of beloved citizen Com N. Decency (originally Com N. Sense, Jr.) on November 8, 2016. He was poisoned in his sleep, left to die a slow and painful death. His final words were “Don’t punish my murderer too harshly. You must pity those who are so sick as to commit such a deed.”
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Fiction
Blood for Blood. Top Story - January 2024. Content Warning.
Looking out onto the waters from his canoe, Taima sighed, waiting for his adversary to surface. "You'll need this," Nitis handed Taima a bow. "It's the only thing powerful enough to damage it. Conventional weaponry's futile."
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Fiction
The Sickening
When Dad saw the dragonling on the kitchen table, he did a double-take. I didn't think people did those in real life. Took his glasses off, cleaned them, put them back on. The whole bit. Got close, drinking in every scale. His eyes, already huge behind his glasses, looked even bigger.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction