Microfiction

Wings of Freedom
Everything changed when Samer, my childhood friend, began to ignore me after learning he would never walk again. We used to play and laugh without worries, but when something inside him broke, his silence became a wall separating us.
By rawan ali6 months ago in Fiction
Letters the Ocean Never Returned
The Story The first letter arrived with the tide. Clara was walking the beach at dawn, shawl wrapped tight against the chill wind, when she spotted it—an envelope half-buried in the sand. The paper was softened and frayed, the ink smudged by saltwater, but her heart recognized the handwriting before she even touched it.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Train
Rain whispered against the station roof, a soft rhythm beneath the stillness of Platform 7. Anaya sat alone—though not quite alone—on a worn wooden bench, her fingers tracing the edge of a train ticket like it might vanish if she stopped holding on.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
Missed Call
A voice steadies--or shatters--relationships. 🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯🦯 She grabbed the phone on the bedside table, her eyes bleary.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin6 months ago in Fiction
She Called Me-Two Years After I Buried Her
I wasn’t supposed to hear her voice again. Not after the funeral. Not after the dirt hit the coffin and we all stood there in silence, trying to believe she was really gone.
By ETS_Story6 months ago in Fiction
The Ghost in the Wires
The Ghost in the Wires The first time Elias heard about The Ghost, it was on a hidden forum, buried three layers deep in the darknet. The thread was titled “Don’t Look for Him.”
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
A Dare in the Dark
“You didn’t have to come with me,” Olive mumbled, looking straight ahead, her soggy tennis shoes squishing loudly with every step.
By Serenity Kaye6 months ago in Fiction
The Secrets my Mother Kept
Alexander fell into an uneasy sleep, Mr. Stuffings still clutched tightly to his chest. The dream came quickly, different from the ones that had led him to the attic.
By Parsley Rose 6 months ago in Fiction
Failed Book Titles
Note: Not many people know that certain classic books started life with very different titles. Here is a drabble sharing some of those unfortunate errors.
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Fiction
The Echo of the Lost Art
1. The Studio of Screams The key to Grandfather Arlo’s studio hadn’t been turned in 40 years. When I stepped inside, dust danced in shafts of dirty light, revealing horrors:
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
Through a Window
I was sound asleep when a small noise from my window woke me. tap, tap, tick, tick. What on earth was that annoying noise? Was it raining? It was too inconsistent to be rain. I huddled closer to the wall, not knowing what that noise was, maybe it was just a bird. yes, tell yourself it is just a bird. Woodpecker maybe. When suddenly my window rattled, I carefully peered from underneath my covers. Oh, it was just Sam standing on the roof of the house. What the hell, how did he get up here? I walk over and open it up.
By Ada Zuba6 months ago in Fiction
Porch Frights. Content Warning.
After eleven Momma has set a new rule, stay on the stoop even if I'm soon seventeen; she's in bed with just the grey light of late night TV floating across her half-open eyes. I promise her to 'keep it down' and kiss her on the top of her head. I get it: lots can happen these days, especially over the course of a night. Think about it. What do we do when we first wake at seven a.m.? Turn on the news or now a days, turn on our phones for the latest headlines. In the course of one night there are people arrested, car accidents, tsunamis, deaths by natural causes and yes, even murders.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)6 months ago in Fiction