Microfiction

Brides of a Feather...
It started with a meeting on the shore of an inlet, and culminated in planning a heist. The in-between bits had involved shouting, threats of bodily harm, and an in-depth discussion about cloaks.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Heart
The man was squatting on the cold sidewalk, holding his stomach in vain. He could feel the hunger growing inside threatening to swallow him whole. His stomach eating itself to keep him alive, the world eating him to bury him sooner.
By Kathryn Parker3 years ago in Fiction
Reclaimed
Sweat seeps from my pores. The suspicious eyes of the gestapo sweep from my ID card to my face, looking for signs of duplicity.
By Simone Field3 years ago in Fiction
Spiritual pets strange talk (7): Disease and wealth: the importance of earning money by treating disease revealed
Once upon a time, there was a naughty child who always did many stupid things when he was a child. Maybe he had done too many wrong things and accumulated some karma. But he firmly believed in a saying in the city temple: "If you have the heart to do good, you will not be rewarded despite the good; if you do evil without the heart, you will not be punished despite the evil." In the face of various difficulties, he wanted to caution everyone to keep a fixed mind. No matter what problems or calamities we encounter, we should have peace of mind and bear them bravely. Don't just dwell on the suffering, otherwise the more you think about it, the more suffering you will have, and your mind is bound to be scattered. Once the mind is scattered, all kinds of demons and devils will also appear. As long as the mind remains stable, even if one faces a fatal calamity, even if one dies, one can be reborn in a good place in the next life.
By 醉翁忆梦换酒钱3 years ago in Fiction
Stolen Words. Content Warning.
Thoughts overflow and so we write, pouring hearts on the page, yearning for completion, dreaming of recognition. But there is balance to all things, with flow comes ebb, with progression comes regression.
By Mack Devlin3 years ago in Fiction
The Heist
In the darkest corners of the city, a band of misfits plotted the heist of a lifetime. They weren't motivated by greed, but by a collective dream of transforming lives. Their target? A renowned art gallery that housed a priceless painting—an emblem of hope and resilience.
By Busari Quadri Olamilekan 3 years ago in Fiction
Ink and Destiny
As a young girl, Lily had always been fascinated by the art of calligraphy. She would spend hours practicing her strokes and perfecting her technique, dreaming of one day becoming a master calligrapher. But life had other plans for her, and she found herself working a mundane office job, her calligraphy skills relegated to a hobby.
By Julian West3 years ago in Fiction
Love has its Price
It was dark as they were walking through the woods. Little lights flitted in the trees as they trudged their way to the cottage, created by fairies and their dust. But only those who had purity of heart could catch a glimpse: the walkers were oblivious.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Captive Souls
As soon as she stepped into the abandoned mansion, she knew something was off. The air was thick with an eerie silence, and the walls seemed to be closing in on her. But she had a job to do, and she couldn't let her fear get the best of her.
By Julian West3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Lighthouse
Once upon a time, in a small coastal village nestled between towering cliffs and a serene sea, there stood an old, weathered lighthouse. The locals whispered tales of its mystical powers, believing it was home to an ancient spirit that held the key to their salvation.
By Света Мартинова3 years ago in Fiction
Beautiful Thief
She stretched majestically, recharging after half an hour of writing. Her Star Trek top was incredibly alluring, I must say! I wondered if she was writing Sci-Fi. As she stretched her arms upwards, joining her hands and shaking her head gently, her black locks cascaded down her back.
By Sandra Tena3 years ago in Fiction
The maniac
She could feel a cold sweat dripping down her spine. A gun in her face, being held by a maniac she knew she should never have trusted.
By Some Guy3 years ago in Fiction