Microfiction
Pixel+. Top Story - June 2023.
“Mother, what is that?” Mother inserts her card into the guide, activating the hologram. “Invented in 1851, the washing machine was used to cleanse items with water and detergent. This machine operated until the 23rd century, before holographic outfits and Pixel+ technology were fully integrated.”
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Fiction
"Echoes of Ambition: A Journey to Guitar Virtuosity"
In a bustling city, there lived a young girl named Machi. She had a deep passion for music and dreamed of becoming a renowned guitarist. Whiile returning from buying groceries, Machi noticed a stray cat sitting in front of the grocery store, looking hungry and forlorin
By Samuel Stefan Salvatierra3 years ago in Fiction
The Emotional and Comical Journey of Binky the Cat
In a cozy little neighborhood, there lived a cat named Binky. With bright green eyes and a fluffy orange coat, Binky was known for his playful antics and mischievous nature. He brought joy and laughter to everyone he encountered, including his loving human, Sarah.
By Ada Taymoori3 years ago in Fiction
Paradise Bound: A Journey in the Hawaiian Islands
Emily was a lost soul, burdened by the weight of her past and yearning for a fresh start. Hearing tales of the mystical Hawaiian islands, Emily decided to embark on a journey to find solace and rediscover herself amidst the tropical paradise.
By Ada Taymoori3 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part VIII
Eight PM Once Upon a Hour of Time… I was born at exactly 8PM on the 8th August, 2008. So naturally my nickname at school was “Susan”. Well at least that’s what the bullies called me. When I went to University I managed to get the name “Crazy 8” working for me. Funny that I was the eighth child of my family, first born male after seven girls.
By Savannah K. Wilson3 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part VII
Four PM Once Upon a Hour of Time… Pain seared through my hand. It burned so bad, it felt as hot as the sun at 4pm at the height of summer. While it wasn’t summer, it was 4pm. I had started cooking dinner, possibly too late. After chopping all the vegetables for the ‘Trinity’. That is, onion, celery, bell peppers, and garlic for the Pope. I attempted the slow process of making the dark roux required for gumbo, carefully following the instructions of the online video.
By Savannah K. Wilson3 years ago in Fiction
Melting by the Ax
A nurse fed him an ice chip when I'd explained why I’d come. “So tell me about the glaciers.” He straightened. “It was a pine forest. But there was a massive tree trunk right on the edge of a cliff—a redwood. It reminded me of isolation. I don’t know why they cut it down.”
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Fiction
Information Incomplete
A woman stood on the threshold of despair, trapped in the clutches of her abusive husband. Desperate for guidance, she embarked on a pilgrimage to the Interstate Computer, seeking answers to her torment. Approaching the main building, she came to the security guard with a trembling voice.
By James Stone3 years ago in Fiction







