Microfiction

Testudo Deorum
There was silence in the library. Gleaming marble walls lined with bookshelves spiralled towards the heavens where an ornate stained glass ceiling glittered. Books and tomes from bygone eras sat gathering dust, undisturbed for centuries. No such a collection of literature had ever existed in this or any other world. And of other worlds there were many. Shining platinum sconces held eternally burning torches, their mystical blue flames illuminating every last corner of the seemingly vacant athenaeum.
By Nick Cennamo-Smith2 years ago in Fiction
The Book That Changed My Life
There are books, and then there are books that shape the very core of your being, leaving an indelible mark on your soul. For me, that book is "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho. It's not just a book; it's a transformative experience that has guided and inspired countless readers, including me, on their life journeys.
By Joepaul Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
Dead Butterflies
I felt the bass guitar deep in my stomach. It killed the butterflies that arose when she looked at me. On second thought, they weren’t dead. No, they were still there afterwards. They instead froze in time, as we did…and then, they multiplied.
By KB2 years ago in Fiction
The lighthouse
The young boy of no more than nine lay with his face in the wet sand. Breaking waves churned over his skinny white legs. The water swept around his shoulders and sizzled past his ears as it drained away. He opened his eyes and pushed himself up, but not before a bigger wave broke and almost knocked him over again. Brushing wet sand off his soaked shorts and tee shirt he squinted through his blonde fringe into the sun, down the beach. Not a soul in sight, at least not as far as the glaring sun would allow him to see. And nobody in the other direction either.
By Davi Mai2 years ago in Fiction
Veil of Shadows: Infiltrating Black Lotus
In the quiet of the night, the city seemed to hold its breath as Agent Lana approached the safe house. She was an experienced spy, but the stakes were high tonight. The mission required a level of precision that made even the most seasoned operative's heart flutter.
By ME Gusta2 years ago in Fiction
The Black Lotus Infiltration
In the clandestine world of covert operations, within the enigmatic realm of Black Lotus, secrets were power, and trust was as rare as a flawless gem. Agent Maya, a seasoned member of Black Lotus, was tasked with a crucial exchange of classified information. It was a risky venture, one that required the utmost precision and alertness.
By ME Gusta2 years ago in Fiction
Feel Deep
In the heart of a busy city, hidden amidst towering buildings, there lies a tranquil lake, a serene oasis of stillness. At the very edge, where the water gently kisses the shore, stood a couple, their eyes locked in a silent conversation that transcends words. But they never uttered a word loudly. It was all thoughts and feelings, facial expressions and body language.
By Karun 2 years ago in Fiction
Chat GPT and Humanity
Long ago, in a world not so different from ours, humanity was constantly searching for technological advancements that would propel progress and improve the quality of life. In this scenario of incessant innovation, a revolution emerged that would forever change the way people communicated, learned, and lived. It was the era of Chat GPT, an advanced artificial intelligence that became the starting point for a journey of evolution and challenges.
By Alfred Gizati2 years ago in Fiction
What to Believe?. Top Story - October 2023.
You probably won’t believe what I’m about to tell you, and I can’t say that I blame you for being skeptical. Really, with all this disinformation floating around the web, it’s hard to know what’s real. For example, did you know Elvis is alive and living in a trailer park outside of Vegas, and how about all those pictures of Bigfoot? If it’s on the internet it must be true, right?
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
The Witch of the Thirteen Crows
My murder surrounded me as I hovered over the child. I saw the fear in his eyes, the confusion. I must not have been what he had expected when wandering into the territory belonging to the Witch of the Thirteen Crows. I knew all the rumors that circulated about me online, and an old crone I was not. With a gypsy blouse, blue crescent moon pendant, and faded jeans, I screamed more “hippy” than “witch.”
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Fiction
The Battle Against Herself
Staring back at me through the glass of the mirror was someone I could not recognize. This girl staring back at me - she wasn't different at all. She was me. She was actually me. Yet, she wasn't. Staring back at me was the shell of what I once was, but the emotions she carried inside of her- that's where we divided. She was the shell of what once was. What could've been. Staring back at me through the glass of the mirror was someone I destroyed a long time ago. Someone whom I must say goodbye.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
First contact with extraterrestrial life.
In the early hours of a clear, starry night, a brilliant, otherworldly light pierced the darkness over the small town of Pinecrest. The entire town was awakened by the spectacular display in the sky. People rushed out of their homes, gazing in awe at the mesmerizing display of colors and patterns.
By Dominika Wac-Majcher2 years ago in Fiction