Microfiction

The Painter’s Last Color
Part 1: The Color of Silence The world knew my grandfather, Silas Vance, for his colors. His "Vance Ultramarine" was said to capture the exact moment before dawn breaks. His "Heart's Crimson" pulsed with a life of its own. Critics wept before his paintings, claiming they felt the artist’s very soul.
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
Counsel
"Your lawyer is here to see you," is a good thing to hear when you're cooling your heels in a cell... Isn't it? It can be unnerving, though, when you don't have a lawyer. It's understandable, then, that Lorin is feeling a bit torn.
By L.C. Schäfer6 months ago in Fiction
A Whiff of the Divine. AI-Generated.
They found the jar under the overpass, tucked in a shopping cart that smelled like rust and rain. The lid was sealed with wax. No label. Just a faint shimmer inside.
By Jesse Shelley6 months ago in Fiction
5 Minute Romantasy: Oath
“Tsuren?” Fear laced his name. Her ocean eyes narrowed to the gleaming sword, and her alabaster throat dimpled beneath the tip. A single rivulet of sweat raced from her hairline and down her jaw before plummeting to her chest.
By Valerie Taylor6 months ago in Fiction
The View
You have not spoken since we began the climb, though neither have I. Still, our silences are not the same. Yours is a silence devoured, pulled inward, swallowed whole by the little black box in your hand. That dark mirror world, always buzzing, always demanding. It holds you hostage. You walk half-present, glancing up only to keep from stumbling. Whatever world you’re in, it is not this one.
By Alyssa Cherise6 months ago in Fiction
If Only She Knew Who Steals Her Clothes... . AI-Generated.
If you have ever lived in a Nigerian public compound before, you will understand that sometimes the real battle is not paying rent or sharing one bathroom with 12 people. It is protecting your property from neighbors who believe that borrowing without telling you is a normal way of life. That was the exact wala she was facing in her own overcrowded compound in Ouyo. UI was a young seamstress in her mid-20s. She was so hardworking that she could sew a full anchor gown in one night and still find time to laugh with her customers in the Morning. Her room was small, and the space was just enough for her wooden bed, her sewing machine, a big plastic drum of water, and a row of neatly folded fabrics she guarded like treasure. She worked from home most of the time, which meant that she saw a lot of compound drama in life, from Mamay's endless quarrels with her husband to the caretaker's daily habits of drinking broku from morning till night and still swearing that she was just tired and not drunk. Now, if there was one thing I loved, it was her.
By Teller6 months ago in Fiction
The Remnance of Michael McCormack . Content Warning.
I have so many words, but I'm flustered beyond belief when I sit down to write this note. Who was Michael McCormack? Some would say he was the best friend nobody knew they had, some would say he was excellent in school, his friends and family would claim he was a special talent taken too soon.
By Parsley Rose 6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Human Coder
The Last Human Coder By the year 2040, human coding was history. Artificial intelligence had surpassed every human benchmark in software development. The AIs didn’t just write applications they designed architectures, debugged themselves, and optimized global systems in real time. Entire companies were run without a single human developer.
By Farooq Hashmi6 months ago in Fiction
The Clock Stopped at 3:07
The night it started, I thought it was just a coincidence. I had fallen asleep on the couch, the TV still on, when a sharp click jolted me awake. I glanced over at the old clock on the wall—the one my grandmother left me. Its second hand had frozen, pointing straight at the seven.
By ETS_Story6 months ago in Fiction
Rooted in Nature. Dried to Perfection
The first time Leena heard about Dryfroot, she thought it was just another grocery shop. Her grandmother, however, spoke of it in whispers, as if it were a place of secrets. “It isn’t just food they sell,” Nani would say, eyes twinkling, “it’s memory, strength, and sometimes even a little magic.”
By Princess Ladly6 months ago in Fiction
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity --- A New Era of Intelligence Artificial Intelligence (AI) is no longer the stuff of science fiction—it’s here, woven into the fabric of our daily lives. At its core, AI is the simulation of human intelligence by machines. It can learn, adapt, and even make decisions, sometimes faster and more accurately than people. What was once imagined in futuristic novels is now a reality: machines that recognize faces, translate languages, diagnose diseases, and even create art. The rise of AI represents a turning point in human history, comparable to the invention of electricity or the internet.
By Muhammad Ibrahim6 months ago in Fiction
Route 96
“It’s real kind of you to help me find the road again,” the man said with a tired smile. “My car broke down out here today. Can’t even tell what went wrong with that old piece of junk. What was your name again?”
By Kamran Khan6 months ago in Fiction