Microfiction

Silent Rage
They tell you "be quiet and serve". Don't need. Don't want. Be mother. Be whore. Sweat and toil as your son grows twisted like the others.
By Alyssa3 years ago in Fiction
Sea of flames
I fixed my gaze on the endless waves of ocean around us. Only a thin floatation device of rubber pumped full of our desperate air kept my companions and me from our watery graves.
By Sabrina Dahl3 years ago in Fiction
Constant Motion
It’s Sunday night, and I hear them again, racing down the freeway. I’m racing too. My thoughts are always racing. The freeway by my home encircles the city. The motorcycles race around this track. My thoughts race around in circles too. The bikers must be on an adventure. Afterall, they get to speed while I need to sleep. Their destination is doubtlessly exotic; mine is consistently work. I wonder which exit they will take. I wish my thoughts would find one too.
By Bethany Yoder3 years ago in Fiction
Just One Flirtation
Miss Elizabeth's fingers danced over the pianoforte, keeping Darcy trapped in place by his offer to turn the pages, and Colonel Fitzwilliam thoroughly entertained. "I have many tales of his time in Hertfordshire, though I am afraid it is not at all to his credit."
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
A Shadow in the Woods
The wedding took place in the forest, amidst nature and birdsong. There were 10 people, all barefoot, the forest moss soft beneath their soles.
By Feyre3 years ago in Fiction
Laundry Day with Executive Dysfunction. Top Story - May 2023.
They collect the clothes, gather the towels, strip the beds, and dump everything in the laundry room. Totally crushing this!
By Donna Renee3 years ago in Fiction
HONOR
Honor. His whole life had revolved around and been dedicated to the concept. Now this honor had shown a new face and betrayed him. He kneeled before the crowd and awaited his fate. He would not show fear as he knew his decision was just and true. With his last few breaths, he gave the crowd a maniacal-looking grin, knowing Lady Justice would take her revenge.
By Sabrina Dahl3 years ago in Fiction
Savage Beasts
They raise me from the darkness to kill or be killed. Higher and higher I rise until everything stops. It is time. The trap door falls, sunlight stings my eyes, and I’m released into a stone circle of endless slaughter.
By Miles Pen3 years ago in Fiction
Dancing Amongst the Meadow's Symphony
She tiptoed through the dew-kissed meadow, the world awakening around her. Rays of sunlight painted her path, revealing nature's masterpiece. With each step, her worries melted away, replaced by the symphony of birdsong and the fragrance of wildflowers. In this tranquil sanctuary, she discovered solace. With arms outstretched, she spun, embracing the sheer joy of being alive. In that enchanted moment, the weight of the world lifted, leaving behind a soul rekindled. The meadow whispered its secrets, promising that amidst chaos, pockets of serenity could be found. And so, she danced on, a free spirit in a world of wonder.
By Evie Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Life in Azeroth: Shadowsithe Ghoststrike
A Forsaken arisen to the role-playing realms; a merchant of bulk wares, named Shadowsithe Ghoststrike. Buyer and seller combined, but a true farmer too: you won't find her in battlegrounds, arenas, or duels. Nor current dungeons or raids, either.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)3 years ago in Fiction
The Broken Bird. Runner-Up in Microfiction Magic Challenge.
The way you swoop and sing is mesmerizing. I spend hours in the shade of the tree where you have your nest with seed in my outstretched hand, enticing you out of the sky to be with me. My heart hammers when you finally land. My hand closes. You’re so soft. Your claws and beak, made for branches and seeds, inflict no pain. Your bones, so light to escape things that might break you, pop with ease when I squeeze. It’s over too quickly. I don’t know what’s next. Squirrels are harder to catch, but dogs are harder to break.
By Bethany G3 years ago in Fiction
Phantoms
They come about with groans as the sun goes down. The afterlife is quite different without their bodies. It takes much more effort than before to lift and handle objects, but some master the skills again: smoking pipes and drinking glasses rise mid-air to their own success, well-earned.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)3 years ago in Fiction