Microfiction
Hoodie Disguise
One Halloween night several years ago, a scarecrow grew bored hanging on his stand and decided to see the sights of the land around him. So he climbed down and headed for the nearest town. Grabbing a hoodie off a clothesline on his way in, he hid his burlap face away from all who would see.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The only real time traveler on earth
Greetings, My Friends. A bit about us. I am the Only World renowned Time Traveler On Earth. In fact, The Only Real Time traveler on Earth, I hail from the year 28 AD. Yes, you read that correctly. I am a true time traveler, and I have come to the present timeline to share my knowledge with you. You may have heard rumors of me and my trusty companion, Padro (my dog), and I can confirm that we are indeed the real deal. In fact, if you were to get your hands on the book of world secrets and unexplained events, you would find our picture under the cover.
By David Anderson2 years ago in Fiction
The Star of Magic
His name is Lin Xing, and he is a freshman at the Magic Academy. His dream is to become a top magic designer, who can transform the stars in the night sky into gorgeous fashion, amazing the audience. He has a magic artifact, a legacy from his father, a crystal ball that can store and release starlight.
By qingyuan wu2 years ago in Fiction
The Munchkin. Top Story - September 2023.
This story is part of the Vocal + Assist on Facebook Lost in a Story Challenge. You can learn more about it here: The house came out of nowhere. It dropped right out of the sky and landed on the Wicked Witch in the East, killing her instantly.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Groomer of Narnia
This story is part of the Vocal + Assist on Facebook Lost in a Story Challenge. You can learn more about it here: My name is Killi. As the official groomer to Aslan, it was my job to see to it that his majestic and stnning mane always looked in tip-top shape. Before he returned to Narnia after a long sabbatical, doing whatever Christ-like beings in the guise of huge and wise lions do when they're not visiting their home. Anyway, before he returned, I had to get all the knotting out of his mane. He may be one of themost powerful beings and wisest of them all, but he's not the best at looking after himself, let me tell you that for nothing.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
What If You Swam in Titan's Lakes for 5 Seconds?
In the distant reaches of our solar system, beyond the shimmering rings of Saturn, lies the most majestic of all its moons—Titan. For scientists and adventurers alike, Titan held a special allure, not only for its stunning vistas but also for the tantalizing promise of life. This distant world boasted a landscape unlike any other, with liquid lakes that glistened on its surface. However, there was a catch—the lakes weren't filled with water but with liquid methane.
By Mason Cooper2 years ago in Fiction
What If Everything We Knew About Black Holes Was Wrong?
Once upon a time, in a galaxy not so far away, there were mysterious celestial objects known as black holes. These cosmic enigmas had earned a reputation for being dense and terrifying, often depicted as voracious vacuum cleaners of the universe. They were believed to suck up everything in their path, bending light and warping time itself. But what if, just what if, our understanding of these cosmic monsters was not entirely accurate?
By Mason Cooper2 years ago in Fiction
How Fiction Transforms Reality
Emily Dickinson once eloquently stated, "There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away..." Indeed, when we immerse ourselves in a book, a television show, or a movie, we embark on a journey into the realms of imagination. As we journey through the narrative currents, something extraordinary happens. We don't merely follow the path laid out by authors and characters; we step into their world, walk in their shoes, and emerge changed.
By Chaudhary Haroon Ali2 years ago in Fiction
The Power Hidden in Anonymity
I opened Kindred Spirits mailbox on Bird Island in North Carolina, expecting to find the usual anonymous entries. On top of the stack was a passport size forest green leather notebook that would call out to any regular visitors and even the rare ones. I sat on the lone bench and opened it. Reaching Our Higher Selves stood alone on the first page. As I began reading, I quickly realized it was a guide to improve all of humanity. When I reached the end, it begged the reader to spread the word so more would come read it there. Such begging was unnecessary.
By J.M. Powell2 years ago in Fiction
