Microfiction

My My My
There was a dead rat under the decking and it was the middle of summer. The had been no rain for ages and the rat was becoming, shall we say "ripe".
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Two Minutes. Content Warning.
Hundred twenty. Cold sweat evaporates in the spotlit night air as my silent flight crosses dewy grass towards the facility. No time for missteps, errors, or anything without purpose. Five long months, but sixteen even longer. Hundred ten. I close the distance on the three story climb up the brickwork on the northwest corner. Handholds secured in recessed mortar, wiry strength on adrenaline high propels me vertically. Eighty. Outside of the records office. Don’t mind that backwards drop. Seventy. Sidling onto the windowsill, I grab my hammer. Once the window alarms go off…
By Uncle Bunk3 years ago in Fiction
Tony & Maria
We sought help from the Faceless Man. We couldn’t let a rumble destroy us. Maria made me feel like a million springs had blossomed in my soul. I was once a convict with a bad past of my own making. I knew that my heart was good now and ready to create something wonderful with Maria.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Societies Short Story
"The crutch of effort is the dawn of stone" Globalism is not an illusion, it is human! Planting trees, carrying water, Man thrives on money and fame!
By Sanjeevi3 years ago in Fiction
Cornflower-Blue
This is one sapphire ring amongst a sloppy collection of spoils. If I didn't know her better, it may have all been junk jewelry. She is so careless with her treasures!
By Jennifer L Osborne3 years ago in Fiction
Moonlit Reflections
As the full moon rose high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the still waters of the lake, Sarah couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. She had always found solace in the quiet of the night, and the moonlit reflections on the water only added to the beauty of the moment.
By Julian West3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Solitude
As Sarah locked the front door, the wind howled outside the rickety old house. Her parents had left her alone in the eerie solitude of their ancestral home for a last-minute weekend excursion. Sarah had always found the house strange, with its dark nooks and unsettling whispers emanating from within the walls. She had, however, grudgingly agreed to look after the property for a few days.
By collins ambaka3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Key
As a child, Lily loved exploring her grandmother's attic. It was filled with old trunks, dusty books, and mysterious objects. One day, she found a small key tucked away in a corner. She asked her grandmother about it, but she couldn't remember what it was for.
By Julian West3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Night
As a child, Emily was always afraid of the dark. She would hide under her covers and listen to the whispers in the night. Her parents would tell her it was just the wind or the house settling, but Emily knew better. The whispers were real.
By Julian West3 years ago in Fiction
Entries
1: "This will be brilliant, we now control the judging panel so whoever wins is our choice. This means that our friends and families can be the beneficiaries of this"
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Tree
They loved their garden, it was their pride, but now it was dying. The grass was brown and the border flowers had faded and crumbled into dust.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of the Abandoned Asylum: Uncovering the Dark Secrets Within
Once a grand institution of hope and healing, the old asylum stood neglected and forgotten on the outskirts of town. Its decaying walls held a multitude of stories, whispered tales of anguish and despair. Many believed it to be cursed, a place where the souls of the tormented still lingered.
By Devam Viradiya3 years ago in Fiction