Microfiction

Jacked
Zac and Matt were bored, so they rode their bikes to Hammond’s Pumpkin Patch on State Highway 412. They figured they could stop at the truck stop to pick up some energy drinks and snacks. They could spend a few hours at the patch before returning home if they left now.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Infiltration Under the Green Leather (Part 4)
Back at the base, the discovery of the unconscious officers sent shockwaves throughout the facility. Panic spread like wildfire as the news rippled from one corner of the base to another. The officers were supposed to maintain vigilance over the base's security, a stern-faced commanding officer castigated those on duty. His voice thundered through the room as he berated them for their failure to detect the intrusion.
By ME Gusta2 years ago in Fiction
David
It was a swift verdict. Heels clacked on the timber floor of the jurors’ bench as they filed in, ricocheting sound to the skylights.
By Michèle Nardelli2 years ago in Fiction
Crossroads
The midday sun hung heavy in the sky, casting long shadows across the quiet suburban street. I stood at the familiar crossroads, a place that had come to symbolize the turning points in my life. It was a small intersection, nothing particularly remarkable about it, but it held a special significance for me.
By ARTIST2 years ago in Fiction
SYMPHONY OF EMOTIONS
In the sprawling city of Harmonia, emotions had become a tangible currency, a melody that resonated through the lives of its citizens. Emotion orchestras filled grand concert halls, where gifted composers and conductors wove together harmonies that mirrored the innermost feelings of the heart. Among these gifted individuals was Amelia, a young prodigy with a rare and mysterious talent.
By Abhishek2 years ago in Fiction
DREAM CATCHER
In the heart of a sprawling metropolis stood a curious antique shop known as "Mystic Trinkets." The shop was a treasure trove of oddities and wonders, attracting seekers of the mystical and the curious alike. Among the myriad of curiosities, there hung an old, weathered dream catcher that had caught the attention of many, but none quite like Sarah.
By Abhishek2 years ago in Fiction
Infiltration Under the Green Leather (Part 3)
Inside the tunnel, dim overhead lights provided just enough illumination for her to navigate. She moved quietly, her stolen uniform and ID providing her with a sense of belonging even in this restricted area.
By ME Gusta2 years ago in Fiction
Infiltration Under the Green Leather (Part 2)
The spy, now disguised as one of the officers, joined a group of her unwitting colleagues as they entered a restricted area of the military base. Her heart raced with anticipation as she maintained her cover, blending seamlessly into the group.
By ME Gusta2 years ago in Fiction
Infiltration Under the Green Leather (Part 1)
In the heart of the heavily guarded military base, the spy crouched in the shadows, her heart pounding with anticipation. She had been meticulously planning this infiltration for weeks, and the moment had finally come. Her target: a high-ranking senior officer, who had just returned from a rigorous mission and was about to take a shower.
By ME Gusta2 years ago in Fiction
The Mortal Masquerade: A Microfiction. Content Warning.
Opulence, by its very definition, is cruel. I have watched for hours and hours while these aristocrats have reveled in their frivolous masquerade. All in this place was gathered for them at enormous expense, a novel concept by their reckoning. The orchestra was airy, the dances were joyous, and hundreds of goblets passed many hands, the wine the color of blood. Here in their den of iniquity, they drowned themselves in riches and dulled their senses with pride and arrogance. They have all but forgotten the terrors they abandoned to the world outside their sealed fortress walls. This is why they could never divine my purpose.
By Ian Read2 years ago in Fiction
Gassed. Content Warning.
My wife and I ate dinner at some high-class restaurant in town. There were about fifteen other couples inside, eating as well. Everyone was enjoying their meal and minding their own business. There were just enough workers here tonight to keep things running smoothly. It would be a perfect date night for my wife and me, I remember thinking.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Lights
Felicia was walking home from studying at her best friend Bridgitte’s house. It was only 7:30, but it had gotten dark earlier, so it seemed later than it was. She wasn’t used to this later curfew that her parents had given her since she turned 12 and was a little nervous walking the block and a half back to her house.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction