Microfiction
Burning Down the House
Burning Down the House was getting heated, I couldn’t believe my mind as David Byrne and Alex Weir bantered back and forth, vibrations of their guitars flowing with electric ricochets; Steve Scales sowing it together in beat. My mind tried to distract me, is the laundry done? Caleb would be frustrated by my impatience in getting up. I consider this. What keeps me from enjoying this moment? Forcing myself to stay present, I shut my eyes and listen to the beat. Stay in it, I beg myself. I can feel the groove gradually bring me back to presence; I know this feeling and try to keep it here. Yet sabotage thoughts of Facebook notifications beaming, “10 years ago today” flood my mind. Of friends come and gone. Stay Here, I say, and I watch them sway with the sound of their own beat; burning down the house. I rest my eyes for just a moment, thoughts engulfed by heated visions.
By Krystiana Lontos5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Sunset: A Tale of Love and Loss
The sun hung low over the horizon, spilling gold and crimson across the quiet seaside town. On the weathered pier, Eleanor stood, her fingers tracing the cracks in the wood as if searching for answers hidden in its grain. She hadn’t expected him to be here. Not today. Not after all the years of silence and absence.
By Kamran Zeb5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Lantern
In the quiet valleys of the northern mountains, where snow-capped peaks touched the clouds and rivers sang through the rocks, there lived a boy named Ayaan. His village was small, nestled between pine forests and meadows of wildflowers. Life there was simple—people grew their food, shared laughter around bonfires, and respected the power of nature. But Ayaan carried a dream larger than the mountains themselves.
By Muhammad Bilal5 months ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
It was a quiet evening when I stumbled upon the letter. The house was unusually still, the kind of silence that presses on your chest and makes you feel like something is about to change. I hadn’t been looking for secrets; I was simply searching for an old notebook in the wooden chest my mother kept locked in her room. But fate has a strange way of revealing truths when we least expect them.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Fiction
Under the Crimson Sky
The crimson sky stretched endlessly above, its fiery glow spilling across the horizon like blood on sand. For most villagers, it was just another sunset, another day slowly slipping into the night. But for Ayaan, the sight of that sky was both a curse and a reminder—a curse of the past he could never completely bury, and a reminder of the fight he could no longer run away from.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
The sun felt wrong on Ellie's skin, but wrong in a way that made her chest ache with something she couldn't name. It was harsher than Nova's gentle light, more direct, but there was something underneath that recognition that made her breath catch.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
