Microfiction

dense wood, rocks, and seashells
Frayed rope holding chunks of dense wood, rocks, and seashells knock together. The wind reminds me of her… My teeth tear through flesh and my mind skips a beat... I offer her some… Fire fills the cabin, my mind fills with panic. I run for the door but there he is, blocking me. I shout with smoke in my lungs masquerading as oxygen.
By David Brandy3 years ago in Fiction
Ordinary Morning
The birds sang lightly, the sun shined brightly through the clouds in the sky, and the cat sat near the window watching the world pass by. The pup slowly stalked the twitching tail he now deemed his prey. He moved closer and closer until he jumped, only wanting to play. The cat, in fright, took off like a bat out of hell. Climbing the shelves, he made sure everything fell. Once he calmed down and went back to the puppy, the owner came in and grumbled, "You guys are going to be the death of me." For the day began quite ordinarily.
By E3 years ago in Fiction
Hope
My eyes shoot open. The ground is pressing against my body. I wearily scour my surroundings. Around me lie bodies. They're all void of life's light. I'm supposed to be one of them. Before me stands the monster who did this, covered from head to toe in my nation's flag. He's proud of his work. He's saved everybody by killing us all. I push myself up with my bloody hands.
By Tyler C Douglas3 years ago in Fiction
Fading Sunset, Unending Hope
As the sun descends below the horizon, its vibrant hues paint the sky in a masterpiece of colors. The fading sunset becomes a metaphor for the passing of time, reminding us that endings give birth to beginnings. In the twilight's embrace, hope ignites, unwavering and eternal. It shines its light upon the world, illuminating the possibilities that lie ahead. Each dusk serves as a reminder to hold on to the unwavering belief that within every ending, there is a seed of hope, ready to bloom and lead us towards a brighter tomorrow.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Whispered Regrets, Unforgotten Lessons
In the stillness of the night, whispered regrets echo through the chambers of a weary heart. Each regret carries with it a lesson learned, etching its mark upon the soul. The weight of past mistakes becomes a catalyst for growth and self-reflection. Those whispered echoes guide the way forward, reminding us of the resilience born from adversity and the resilience to rise above our flaws. They serve as gentle reminders that mistakes, though painful, can transform into stepping stones on the path to wisdom and self-discovery.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Vacant Chair, Unheard Laughter
An empty chair at the family table serves as a poignant reminder of the laughter that once filled the room. Its absence leaves a void, a space once occupied by joyful conversations and shared jokes. The air is heavy with the echoes of unheard laughter, a symphony of mirth that still reverberates within the hearts of those gathered. Memories of vibrant personalities and unforgettable moments reside within the vacant chair, waiting to be reignited by the warmth of companionship and the unspoken promise of togetherness.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Unblown Candle, Unmade Wish
A solitary candle stands tall and unlit, its wick untouched by a flickering flame. The wax, pristine and unmarred, holds the potential to carry whispered wishes into the universe. Each passing moment is a missed opportunity, the chance for dreams to materialize and aspirations to take flight. The unblown candle becomes a symbol of unfulfilled desires, a beacon of hope patiently awaiting ignition. Its silent presence reminds us to embrace the present, to seize the fleeting opportunities before us, and to ignite the flame of possibility that flickers within our souls.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Unplayed Melody, Broken Instrument
The piano, its keys untouched, stands as a silent sentinel in the corner of the room. Layers of dust have settled upon the polished surface, obscuring the vibrant notes that once danced through the air. The instrument, a conduit for raw emotions, now bears the weight of silence and neglect. Its broken keys and worn strings tell tales of melodies unplayed, of emotions left unexpressed. But within its worn frame lies the potential for resurrection, a yearning to breathe life into forgotten harmonies. It patiently awaits the touch of skilled hands, eager to unleash the unspoken music hidden within its depths.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Unspoken Goodbye, Lingering Embrace
In the quiet corridor, a lingering embrace holds within it an unspoken goodbye. Two souls, once intertwined, find themselves at the crossroads of separate journeys. Their bodies speak the language of love, silently conveying the depth of their emotions. The warmth of their touch lingers, creating an invisible thread that connects their hearts across time and distance. In that fleeting moment, they find solace in the bittersweet beauty of farewell, cherishing the memories they have shared and carrying them forward into the vast expanse of their individual paths.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Forgotten Footprints, Unexplored Paths
The sandy beach stretches ahead, its shoreline adorned with forgotten footprints, each one a story left untold. The waves whisper secrets of unexplored paths, urging wanderers to venture beyond the familiar. The imprints in the sand hold the echoes of unfulfilled adventures, of dreams yet to be chased. They call to the restless souls, urging them to step forward and leave their mark on the vast canvas of life, to embrace the unknown and discover the hidden treasures that await.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Screen
Once upon a time, in the vast realm of the Internet, there were two souls who unknowingly embarked on a beautiful online love story. Their names were Aisha and Raj. They came from different corners of the world, brought together by fate in a virtual world.
By Revolution3 years ago in Fiction
Left Behind
Bundles of unsent love letters gather dust in the bottom drawer of an antique writing desk, their existence known only to the drawer's wooden confines. Each letter, carefully penned with ink and emotion, speaks volumes of unrequited love and unexpressed desires. Their words, hidden away, hold the power to transcend time and distance. Within the drawer's depths, the letters become a secret solace, a silent conversation between hearts that never had the chance to intertwine. Their unspoken affections echo through the ages, carried by the whispers of the wind, longing for a day when they will finally find their rightful recipients.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction