Microfiction

Is Time Travel Actually Possible?
Have you ever wanted to go back in time? Time travel is a staple of science fiction, with novels and films exploring the advantages and disadvantages of such a capability. I'm sure we've all had the desire to go into the past to see how things were or perhaps alter something, but would you rather go into the future to see how things end out? But to comprehend how we may travel through time, we must first determine if time travel is indeed conceivable and, if so, what is required to achieve it.
By Cyril Lord2 years ago in Fiction
The Face. Content Warning.
Darius felt like he was going crazy. He’d been painting for four days. The same face, over and over. Different poses, different settings, but always the same face. Huge wrinkled forehead, narrow chin, kissable lips, perfect nose. It was an alien look but beautiful all the same.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Where’s Home?. Top Story - August 2023.
Jake perched on a barstool at the NCO club, surrounded by fellow sergeants and their friends. The chief topic of conversation this evening was familiar to them all—Where’s Home? The subject usually came up when several were taking a leave and heading home for a visit. Descriptions of childhood places, brothers and sisters, or longtime friends inevitably followed. Home was always some place that anchored them, and drew them back from the far corners of the world. It was never a subject Jake enjoyed taking part in.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
A Little Door to Nowhere: a Microfiction
"Ewan!" the girl cried. "Come on, Sara! You ought to see this!" said the boy. "Mother's going to kill us if she finds out!"
By Ian Read2 years ago in Fiction
The Lady in White
Hello. I am Nathanial G. Davidson. I live here in this big huge house. I am not married, but I am not alone, for a Lady in White graces my home with her presence.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Gan Ceann
Clip Clop Clip Clop Clip I could hear hoofbeats, but I couldn’t see a horse. I mentioned it to my wife, who just looked at me funny.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Dirty Soles - micro. Content Warning.
The soles of her feet were dirty. That's the first thing I remember noticing. Mama was always so clean. Always smelled nice, like soap.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
IT'S TIME TO TIME TRAVEL
Have you ever pondered the possibility of traveling through time? It's a common fantasy in science fiction, but is it achievable? Perhaps you'd like to journey back in time to witness historical events or even alter them, or maybe you're curious about what the future holds. Time travel has been a popular theme in books and movies, exploring the potential benefits and dangers of such an ability. But the question remains: is time travel possible, and if so, what would be required to make it happen?
By Merab Obasi2 years ago in Fiction
And He Kept Coming. Top Story - September 2023.
I must have fallen asleep, for I didn’t hear the demon enter the room. The devil just appeared out of nowhere and stared at me.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
La Chiaroscuro
In the basement of the Louvre, art conservator Alain Bertrand scrutinized "La Chiaroscuro," an enigmatic painting whose artist had been lost to the annals of history. The painting depicted a masked ball, revelers in ornate costumes dancing around a figure cloaked in shadow. Yet, what captivated Alain was the canvas itself—it seemed to absorb light, making the colors more vivid and the shadows more pronounced.
By Margaret S.2 years ago in Fiction
Twilight of Ares - Episode Thirteen
I've consolidated all of my stories into the library linked at the bottom of this page. From there, you can easily catch up from the beginning (looking at you Paul).
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Green. Content Warning.
Read these first: *** Three months after the funeral "Gabe!" I race over to the green slide where I last saw Andrea. She is on the ground, her hoodie and jeans covered in wood shavings and blood. A looming shadow of a man stands over her, grinning evilly.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction