Microfiction

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
Heisting My Life
I imagine a midnight moment in a cottage. In the loneliness of the moonlit night, I seek out my unwitting prey as I cast my eyes across unfamiliar terrain.
By Liam Ireland3 years ago in Fiction
Going for the Green
We first saw the plants while picking grapes. Jock spotted them from his perch up on the wagon- a nice little crop in someone's backyard. No idea what strain, but yeah, marijuana. Illegal, so up for grabs, to a certain line of thinking... But not ready yet. And we had some.
By Peri Livesey3 years ago in Fiction
If I Can't Have It
It was finally mine. Holding it again after all these years, I could see the shine was still there. The perfectly clean grooves showed it had been played only a handful of times during the last ninety years.
By Victor Ing3 years ago in Fiction
The Sword Thief - Part 3
Arthur was disorientated and drowsy from the poison as he stumbled his way up the long twisting stairs to his bedchamber. Magically disguised as a pageboy, Morgana le Fay trailed behind him, carrying a jug of wine. Once inside, Arthur struggled to remove his armor. Morgana set the wine jug down.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 years ago in Fiction
The Sword Thief - Part 2
Magically disguised as a pageboy, Morgana le Fay stood silently behind a long table of knights, holding a jug of wine. Minstrels played as Arthur and his men ate and drank in celebration. They had been victorious in battle just the day before.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 years ago in Fiction
The Sword Thief - Part 1
Morgana le Fay knelt next her lover Accolon, weeping. He was dead, from a fatal wound inflicted by Arthur. She looked around the battlefield, where countless bodies lay slain. This was Arthur’s doing. He had so ruthlessly persecuted the old ways and the old religion that many had revolted against him. He slaughtered those that did.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 years ago in Fiction
Unlikely Tomb Raiders
“It will never work.”, said Omari. “We can’t rob the pyramid while it’s being filled with the Pharaoh’s treasures.” “It will be easy. Nobody would suspect a thing.” Sadiki replied. “Easy as pie. All we have to do is switch.”
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Journey of Love, Trials of Faith: Finding Allah in My Heart
On the first day of university, fate intervened when our paths crossed. There was an instant attraction between us, and a simple voting process resulted in her becoming the General Representative of our class. As we connected through the class WhatsApp group, our conversations flourished, and we developed a strong bond of friendship. However, there were two other individuals involved: the Class Representative (CR) and my first friend at university. I witnessed the CR's attempts to win her over, and the subsequent teasing incidents that followed, before they were revealed to others. Eventually, due to his behavior, the CR was removed from his position. Despite this, my friend still harbored lingering feelings, causing a brief strain in our relationship. Nevertheless, we managed to overcome this obstacle and grew even closer over time.
By Jeela Bhai3 years ago in Fiction
Them
London’s streets were shrouded in secrecy, veiled by the enchanting glow of a crescent moon, setting the stage for his final exhilarating heist atop the National Gallery: An affair that summarized their past four years of camaraderie and expertise. He found comfort in her watchful eye, ensuring a flawless conclusion to their final job and the embarkment of their new life. His practiced hands retrieved the plasma cutter from his backpack, its blade slicing through glass with a familiar hiss. Descending into the ocean of masterpieces, his shadow danced along every brushstroke. His eyes were instantly saturated with artistic mastery. But he was only here for one thing: Reuben’s Samson and Delilah. A forgotten baroque work of love and betrayal worth over $5 million. The elegant posing of bodies and vibrant hues intoxicated him. Abruptly, the lights flickered on, and a siren pierced the silence. He turned to escape but was dismayed to see her ever-ethereal figure orchestrating a group of officials. Her youthful finger pointed in his direction with accusatory intent. All hope faded. Despite his pain, he saw her in a new light: not simply a thief but a connoisseur of beauty with a sickening eye for irony.
By Libby3 years ago in Fiction
This One Thing
It was September now and Kirk was out of time. After the diagnosis there were few options left. There was little of him left except this one desire. His wife took everything while he was in the hospital and found a new man, one not dying at least. His money helped. But Kirk only wanted one thing. The thing beyond measure.
By Kevin Rolly3 years ago in Fiction
Sailing Beyond the Storm
Nestled along the picturesque coast of the Philippines, the fishing village of Barangay Balangiga stands as a testament to the enduring spirit of resilience. Its story, passed down through generations of fisherfolk, is one of strength and determination that transcends time. Like a tightly woven tapestry, the threads of fortitude and hope bind the community together, guiding them through the tempestuous storms that have shaped their lives.
By saber cage3 years ago in Fiction