Microfiction

"Special Scrabble"
The scrabble tiles rattled in the bag as she drew. She gave him a suspicious look. “You’ve already picked ALL of your tiles? Why so many?”
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 years ago in Fiction
Five Thoughts on My Knife Fight
No time to think. The man with the knife was coming toward her. I charged him. First thought: Get in his way! Easy. Second thought: Knock the knife away!
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Fiction
The Wake
The four veterans arrive last at my grandfather's wake. Grandma sends them to the kitchenette. "They smell like death," she says. As if death isn't already laid out in state on the living room table.
By Alina Z3 years ago in Fiction
Looking Glass
Thunder shook the house like a monster demanding entry. One…Two…Edna counted until it passed. Silence. The house had become a tomb. Her adult children had rebuked every plea for forgiveness. Sometimes—like right now—she’d speak to the pictures instead.
By Muse3 years ago in Fiction
Puberty Has Colonized My Land
The mirror’s function is pretty simple. It’s supposed to reflect who you are. But mine never has. My breasts extrude like peaks and valleys on a foreign landscape. Puberty has colonized my land, and my invaders refuse to retreat. They bring their arms to my body each month and are not satisfied until blood is shed. It is an unwinnable war, and all I want to do is wave my white flag in surrender. Or return my mirror. It has never reflected who I really am, and I fear it never will.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Fiction
Sacrifice
Closing her eyes, Arabella stepped forward, accepting the darkness and pain inside her. As she moved deeper into the abyss of the unknown, she gasped. She suddenly realized the darkness didn’t seem as cold as she once thought. In fact, it was welcoming, almost friendly.
By Madaeyson 3 years ago in Fiction
Stranded in Turnbull
Turnbull Canyon was a 7-mile winding road 20 miles east of downtown Los Angeles. Disturbing stories about unsolved murders, mystery plane crashes, bodies hanging from trees, to Satanic Cults that were rumored to have abducted young children for ritual sacrifices.
By Tony Baca3 years ago in Fiction
The Rake
I don't know how I got here; I thought I went the right way. I'm so deep into the woods, I can't see or hear the party! How stupid of me to come out here by myself!
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)3 years ago in Fiction
Arrival
Consider how nature reclaims its place, making tombs of once-thriving cities. I arrived after the war and quickly learned why men feared the dark. It’s why my father took me out at night. No fear in familiarity, he’d say, securing another trap. Then They devoured him too.
By Muse3 years ago in Fiction
The Drive to Nowhere
I was driving to relax. I didn’t have a particular direction. I was driving just to drive. I had been driving for three hours and I was finally starting to feel better. I turned on the air conditioning and took a deep breath. I drove for another hour and my gas light came on. I pulled into the nearest gas station. I filled up and went inside. “I need directions,” I said to the attendant. “To where?” He asked. “Nowhere in particular,” I said. “That place is easy to find! Just take a left at the light,” he said, smiling.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
A Pheasant for Your Thoughts
Mira made her first crepe paper flower when she was three and needed a distraction from the atrocities of life. Her aunt gave her, along with a pitying look, the seemingly sound advice to go find some healing in the beauty of the flowers. Mira headed toward the gardens, but stopped short in the doorway when she realized no flowers would be there after what happened. Before she turned away to go make her own crinkled version, she glimpsed a single pheasant standing in the barren plot.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Fiction
Deceiving Looks
"Are you okay?" his secretary asked. "Um, yeah. I'm amazing," he said. "Well, you sounded like you were dying." "No, the opposite of that. I never felt more alive."
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Fiction