Microfiction

Mira
The Girl with Blue Hair and Yellow Eyes Mira had always known she was different. While other children in the village had brown hair like wheat stalks or black hair like midnight, hers fell in waves the color of a summer sky. And her eyes—those bright yellow orbs that seemed to glow in dim light—made shopkeepers pause mid-sentence and children whisper behind cupped hands.
By Autumn 5 months ago in Fiction
The Secrets my Mother Kept
“I’ll meet you there” Sydney said to Brittney and Marcus as they climbed into their powder blue 1980 Toyota pick up truck with the rusty door handles. Sydney waited, watching them leave before heading upstairs again.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
The Secrets my Mother Kept
"Have you heard from him?" Gran asked, keeping her voice low as she dried another dish. She'd been asking the same question every few hours since the birthday lunch.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
A Lesson
His body was made of metal and instead of eyes, he had light sensors that flashed when someone got with in ten feet of him. ”Am I more human than you,” the robot asked his human class.
By DJ Robbins5 months ago in Fiction
Under Caution
Transcript - Body-Worn Camera - Officer PC Keegan Date: Monday, 08 September Time: 09:47 BST Location: Residential address Attending Officers: PC Sarah Keegan (K), PC Mark Ledger (L)
By L.C. Schäfer5 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
They had barely made it fifty yards from the clearing when Amnity stumbled, her canvas backpack suddenly feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds. The Glowing Imp Root pulsed inside its glass container, and with each throb, the forest around them seemed to... shift.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
The Heart of the Kingdom.
July 2029 had arrived over London like a gray flame. The city felt smaller, heavier, as if the air itself had thickened. Streets once crowded with tourists and chatter now echoed only with the footsteps of the few who remained. Airports operated at half capacity, a ghostly hum of machines and departing flights. Foreign nationals, anxious and wary, had returned to their countries in waves. Embassies posted terse bulletins, urging their citizens to leave while they still could. The United Kingdom had become a solitary island in a world that had once regarded it as central, now watching it with suspicion.
By Test5 months ago in Fiction
To Never Grow Old
Introduction This is for L.C. Schäfer's "Dollar Challenge - Country Roads Challenge (September edition)" which you can read about here.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Radio Signal
Amara's nights never stopped until dawn. While the rest of her classmates at the university slumbered through the night in dormitories, she sat in the observatory, headphones stretched tight, eyes on the rows of data inching across her screens. She wasn't scanning for meteors, or for the faint glow of distant galaxies. Amara was listening.
By Leyvel Writes6 months ago in Fiction
Under the Blood Moon
Hey, it's the day of the Blood Moon...one of horror... for those with lingering feelings. Or a soldier with lingering feelings for battles that once were.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin6 months ago in Fiction
The Sparrow’s Feather
My grandmother’s magic was a quiet thing. It lived on the highest shelf in her kitchen, in a simple glass jar filled with feathers. A brilliant blue jay feather for calming a child’s night terror. A stark black crow feather for helping a man forgive himself. A downy white owl feather for granting clarity to a confused heart.
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
The Secrets my Mother Kept
Alexander shut his bedroom door and waited, listening to his grandmother's footsteps fade down the hallway. The sound of her favorite soap opera drifted up the stairs - she'd be occupied for at least an hour.
By Parsley Rose 6 months ago in Fiction