Microfiction
Dreams
I keep having this dream. It isn't a nightmare, but it's not a good dream either. This dream always begins with an empty bench. The scene is different each time, but the empty bench is not. It is an old wooden bench, the kind that would give splinters if sat on recklessly. I am always compelled to sit on this bench, no matter where this bench was. The only other consistent aspect of that dream is I am the only one sitting on it. Except this time, there was another.
By Desirae Anaya2 years ago in Fiction
The witches’ granddaughters
Shepherd's crook and monkish cassock, Crucifix and jewelled haddock. The words were chanted over a pitch pot aflame in wreathes of slick and slimy smoke, on a solid island within the rank marshlands beyond the western wall of the city.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
Deckchairs for Sale
I bought four deckchairs. All of them bright, covered in colorful stripes, but each different from the others. Yet it was obvious they were a set, like four sisters posing for a photo. The elderly lady who sold me the chairs whispered, “Look after them and they will bring sparkle to your life.” I thought this odd, but couldn’t resist, even though I lived nowhere near any beaches.
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Fiction
The Future of Romance: AI-Powered Relationships
Imagine having an AI girlfriend by your side, a captivating companion who not only listens to your every word but also adores and cherishes you ceaselessly, day and night. Picture this: you have the power to handpick her physical features, right down to the size of her alluring rear end. But it doesn't stop there; you have the liberty to mold her personality to your liking as well. Craving a sizzling, humorous, and audacious partner? Look no further, because that's precisely what she'll embody. Or perhaps you prefer a darling, bashful, and unassuming sweetheart? Fear not, for she's got you covered. The possibilities are endless, and the allure is simply irresistible.
By Md. Inzam -Uz- Zaman2 years ago in Fiction
The Nymph’s Melody. Content Warning.
Wind danced through the orange and golden leaves. Darkness engulfed the night but for the full moon and a lone red-orange fire in the clearing. Wolves howled in the distance, mingling with the nymphs’ singing as they sat around the fire. The flames flared with the pitches of their notes and the beating of their deer-hide drums.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Fiction
A Companion in the Storm
Today was a day for her. She's standing in the middle of the kitchen, overwhelmed. She was trying to cook dinner, but the dishes weren't clean yet. That was because she had work today, and she hadn't had time since she'd gotten home. She had dealt with 11 toddlers at work for 6 years, and she'd come home and her own young children needed her attention, praise, conversation, stimulation, and validation.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Fiction
Little Baby Boops
It started as a soft wailing. Ears that were sharply in tune with the cries of her child, the mother calmly walks to the pack-and-play that holds her 12-month-old son. The cries weren't urgent. They were grumpy, and she understood that he didn't want to wake up yet, but for some reason he had. There was discomfort in the cries, and the more time he had to fuss, the more awake he became, and the more prominent the sound of discomfort and pain became.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Fiction
BOYS SERIES
Let us see the first season and episode two Billy and Hughie evade the police and take Translucent’s body with them, stuffing it into the storage compartment of their vehicle. They are shocked to discover that Translucent isn’t dead, but they’re still in that state of mind. Hughie needs Translucent to let him go, but Billy can convince him otherwise, saying that he will never seek revenge for Robin in any way.
By DEVASENAN SUBRAMANI2 years ago in Fiction
Islamic Short Stories" đź‘łAbdullah's Charity . Content Warning.
"ISLAMIC STORY" 👳Abdullah's Charity Once upon a time in the bustling atmosphere of a small village there lived a kind boy named Abdullah. Abdullah was known throughout the village for his steadfast faith and willingness to help others in times of need. Helping others was one of Abdullah's great virtues. His character was full of helpfulness, giving, hospitality and elegance. Everyone in the village loved Abdullah for these qualities. On a scorching summer day, as the sun beat down mercilessly, Abdullah noticed an elderly woman struggling to carry a heavy basket. Without hesitation, he approached the old woman. Abdullah lifted the old woman's painful burden on his own head. Abdullah delivered the old woman's burden to the house. The old mother thanked Abdullah with tears in her eyes and a sad voice. The old woman said I am none of yours. I don't know the words to express my gratitude. The old woman prayed for Abdullah that Allah would bless him and accept him as a pious man of good faith and piety. Abdullah simply smiled and said, "It is our religious duty and duty as a Muslim to help one another, especially in times of distress to others. And This is the teaching of our Qur'an and Hadith." 👳🧑‍🚀🙋❤️ The news of Abdullah's good deeds spread quickly in the village. Inspired by his actions, others began looking for ways to help their neighbors. They shared food with the hungry, sheltered the homeless and comforted the bereaved. Over time, the village became a place of compassion and unity. Abdullah's small acts of kindness created an atmosphere of goodwill, proving that even the simplest acts of philanthropy can transform a community. In the end, this great work of Abdullah later became a source of inspiration for everyone in the village. It served as a reminder that in Islam, helping others is not just a duty, but a source of blessings and a way to strengthen community bonds.
By MD MIZANUR RAHMAN2 years ago in Fiction
Lost in the Wilderness
Amidst the lush, towering trees of the Pacific Northwest, a group of five friends embarked on what they thought would be a memorable hiking adventure. Alex, the intrepid leader, was an experienced outdoorsman, and he had assured the others that this trek would be a walk in the park. With backpacks laden with provisions and eager spirits, they ventured deep into the forest.
By Sunny Douglas2 years ago in Fiction
