Microfiction

System Abusers
"Look at this mess, can You believe it, G?" "What mess?" She peered over, anger boiling through her veins, "Arrgh! Son'uva Bitch! Why does this keep happening?"
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
God's work
God and I work hand in hand in the garden. I pile the leaves he rots to soil, I sow the seeds he blesses with life. I add the water, he the sun, and we wait together. While we wait, we turn to the dying. He lets me know who is ready to go, and I give things a little push. He slows things down, I speed it up. When the flowers bloom, we rejoice. Afterwards, I collect the seeds, and add the bodies to the compost heap he blesses with decay. In the winter, we stay busy, waiting.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
Discover the Art of Deception through Captivating Stories by Judith Sanders
Introduction: In the realm of literature, deception has always been a compelling element that captivates readers and keeps them on the edge of their seats. The ability to manipulate and mislead is an art form that authors have mastered throughout the years. Judith Sanders, a talented storyteller, has crafted a collection of deception stories that delve into the intricate web of deceit and intrigue. From thrilling plots to unexpected twists, these narratives offer readers a thrilling escape into a world where nothing is as it seems.
By Lily Collins3 years ago in Fiction
The Bookworm's Haven
Within the labyrinth of bookshelves, a sanctuary awaited the bookworm—a haven where the written word whispered untold tales and characters came alive. The musty scent of aging pages intertwined with the scent of imagination, transporting readers to worlds both familiar and unknown. With each turn of a page, they embarked on adventures, embarked on adventures, their minds unfurling like delicate petals. Within this refuge of ink and paper, they found solace, inspiration, and a sense of belonging. And became a realm where stories converged, where readers and authors met on the sacred ground of shared narratives.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Raindrop's Journey
As it fell from the heavens, a single raindrop embarked on a breathtaking journey. It danced upon leaves, cascaded down petals, and joined the ripples of puddles, exploring the intricate tapestry of life. Along its path, it absorbed the stories whispered by the world, carrying with it the essence of dreams, sorrows, and newfound hope. The raindrop was a witness to both the ordinary and extraordinary moments, reminding us of the profound beauty hidden within the simplest of things. In its transient existence, it mirrored the ephemeral nature of life.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Faith ~ What Is in A Rose
She gave all she had, until... Orphaned victim of childhood rape, Jennifer always remembered her faith. She created a successful nonprofit organization to help orphaned children. One night, Jennifer was brutally attacked. Completely shattered, Jennifer could only think of church. She pleaded to Jesus "Lord, prove that I follow a faith that is true!" A white rose fell into her hands. Then a tear drop fell from the face of Jesus. When his tear hit the white rose, the rose turned red. A closer look inside what looked white petals, were communal offerings of the "Body of Christ."
By Steffany Pope3 years ago in Fiction
The Puppeteer's Strings
With masterful skill, the puppeteer deftly manipulated delicate strings, but little did the audience know that the marionettes were mere reflections of their own hopes, fears, and desires. As the puppeteer breathed life into these wooden figures, they embodied the human condition, showcasing the complexities of emotions and the interplay of destiny and free will. With each graceful movement, the strings whispered the stories of the puppeteer's own heart, echoing the universal experiences shared by all who witnessed the mesmerizing performance. In the puppeteer's artistry, they found a mirror that reflected their own journey through the labyrinth of existence.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Confessions of a Siren
Do I dare tell the man of my dreams what I really am. How well will he take the shocking truth. I can’t just go up and be like “hey guess what? I am a mermaid and the second I touch saltwater I grow scales, razor sharp teeth and a tail!”
By Joanna Blaze3 years ago in Fiction
The Night They Met
The trees swayed too hard that night. Sophie woke up, blinking hard. All she could see were leaves and darkness. Head pounding, eyes burning. Everything stung. She tried to sit up and let out a wail. Every part of her was caught on something. A tree had come through her roof. She was trapped.
By Caitlin Jill Anders3 years ago in Fiction
The Music Box's Lullaby
From the delicate confines of a music box, a melodic lullaby wafted through the air, captivating all who listened. Its soothing notes wove a cocoon of tranquility, transporting listeners to a realm where dreams and reality intertwined. In this enchanted world, time stood still, and the melodies whispered stories of forgotten lands and eternal love. As the music box played, it unlocked hidden chambers within the heart, allowing dormant emotions to awaken and take flight. It was a testament to the transformative power of melody, a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, a single song could bring solace and serenity.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
One Last Laugh
Pushing their bicycles up the rocky path was a time for laughs and hunger after a day spent swimming and exploring by the North Sea’s inlet to their small village on Sweden's west coast. Storms never frightened these boys; they knew when it was time to head for shelter. This jaunt would take a life changing twist. As they felt the pelleting rain upon their backs the sky split open, winds whipped upon them fiercely, their vulnerabilities exposed.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Fiction
Business Luncheons From Hell
Jason was meeting a new client for lunch. He had spoken over the phone with her several times. They were promising an offer he couldn’t refuse. The way his life was headed, what choice but to hear them out did he have?
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Fiction