Microfiction

The Sovereign
As you, the bonehead, move toward the lofty position of the Ruler, you might be shocked by his nonappearance. The Sovereign doesn't sit around idly in a seat, no matter what the power attached to it. The Ruler is effectively stirring the tumult into design and request. He is twisted at the knee, ruining his pants. His sleeves are moved as far as possible up and his elbows are somewhere down in the brokenness of his Realm. He is the magic that binds everything, and he does it no sweat. He is the Sun energy, the trusted and recuperated divine manly. He makes each ladylike crease, however just has his eyes set on one moon, his darling Ruler.
By ARTIST2 years ago in Fiction
Dancing on the ivory keys
The only thing I was sure about my life was that I would play until the day I died. I know that in my last moments, the ethereal glow of a single spotlight would shine on me. The theatre would be empty. I needed no audience to play on the ivory keys. I just needed to pour my heart into the music. Music, my boundless realm of emotions. Music, my conduit of innermost feelings, hopes and dreams. As melodies weaved the stories of my life and harmonies unveiled truths, I breathed. Every keystroke felt like an unspoken word, those I did not dare to pronounce without the piano.
By Mathilde Oumraou2 years ago in Fiction
Poor Harold’s Loss
Harold softly placed the phone on its cradle and held his hand on it for a moment. He turned around with a stunned look on his face and said, “Well, that’s it, she’s gone.”
By Greg Imler2 years ago in Fiction
Violet (Purple). Content Warning.
Read these first: Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Indigo 1 year after the funeral I lean against the pier railing as I watch the sun peek over the horizon, breathing in the cool ocean air. It helps relieve some of the extra grief Andrea's death anniversary four days ago has sent my way.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Light House. Content Warning.
In a quaint seaside town, nestled between rugged cliffs and a tranquil bay, there lived a lighthouse keeper named Samuel. He had spent his entire life tending to the tall, majestic lighthouse that stood sentinel over the coast.
By ART Smart2 years ago in Fiction
The Bully
Troy was watching Frankie walk across the playground. Frankie was shoving smaller kids down, taking some kids' lunch money, stepping on other kids' bags, and crushing their lunches and pencils. Troy just knew that Frankie was coming his way. Well, today, Troy was ready for him.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Ballad of the Mystic Chalice
Written by Veronce(ai), disclaimed to be thy machine, hidden then in chalice I drink, even if by for a simple wink. -
By Gary Lougheed2 years ago in Fiction
And Then: A Microfiction. Content Warning.
She stood by the window, peering from behind the drapes. She knew that the street would be nearly silent, with only those on the graveyard shift and sneaky teenagers coming back to their homes.
By Bri M Jenkins2 years ago in Fiction
The Slayer Chronicles 3
This is Part Three of The Slayer Chronicles. Read Part One here and Part Two here. Journal Entry - Undated Jamison had bared his pure white fangs and snarled again, "Where is my wife?"
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
Make Me Human. Top Story - September 2023.
We had not even a scrap of shared language, being from different galaxies and all, but after a lifetime of miscommunications I more or less knew what to do. It took a while, but we eventually established a sort of rudimentary sign language. I realized pretty quick that my two community college classes in ASL were not going to be much use here.
By Channah Shifrin2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Shadows. Content Warning.
In a realm where reality and dreams entwined like lovers, a place known only as the "Surreal Landscapes," there lived a young artist named Luna. Luna had always felt a deep connection with the moon and its ethereal light. She believed that the moon held secrets, secrets that could unlock the mysteries of the self.
By Syeda Razi Fatima2 years ago in Fiction
Orphaned Son
Written for the Matthew Fromm High Fantasy Challenge (500-word limit). Win prizes!!! Find all the details here. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Fiction