Microfiction
Sociolassus. Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
Freedom. She almost had it. She waved to the last of the partygoers as they departed. The disappearing headlights served as twin lighthouses in the night, assuring her that the farther they got, the farther she was from the rocky shore of social obligations.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Fiction
Wave Your Hand
This story was originally published on Medium. ************** He had many spells and potions that cleared the air, that erased negativity, that increased positivity… but would he place his hands on the windowsill and lift the window on his own? Let out the stale odors? Would he grab the pencil, flip it over in his hands, and manually erase that thing he should not have written?
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile2 years ago in Fiction
Selenwhisper
The night draped over Elara’s shoulders like a velvet shawl as she stepped onto the dewy grass. The world around her slept, save for the whispers of nocturnal creatures and rustling leaves. The moon hung low, a silver medallion pinned against the obsidian sky. Its light cast a serene glow over the slumbering earth.
By Talia Meadows2 years ago in Fiction
Itchimekilieloo
I listened to her feet treading upstairs. She nudged the half open door as she walked in a haste. She intrigued me skillfully ,which in turn, made me probe her most perennially. Simply reinforcing this status quo, I followed her around with drift quickness. And so on and so forth, I got nicknamed as a “digger,” and she got celebrated well as a “tripper ,” most candidly for her brisk movements.
By Madhu Goteti 2 years ago in Fiction
Thump
Gail was sitting home alone, reading a book. It was late at night, and her parents were still at a dinner party thrown by the dowager widow Belk. She usually enjoyed staying home alone, but tonight was different. There was no moon or stars out tonight; clouds covered them. All the servants had gone home already and left her home completely alone. To top it off, she had just started the latest Edgar Allen Poe book.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
She Showed Me Thalassonorous
I've always loved the sea. Mama says it's because she named me Mariana. It was my destiny. "'Mar' means 'sea', you see, and the rest is history", she'd say. I suppose she was right. From the first clumsy flaps in floaties to my great strides in salt water, my journey with the ocean was a labor of love.
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Fiction
Dithereen
What did Tyler want to be when he grew up? What a question for a fetus! He had enough on his plate, certainly, such as navigating that time tunnel into life outside the womb; to cutting the umbilical cord where he must make his own breaths; to how to pay for college.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
