Microfiction
The Chocolate Soldier . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Pennsylvania, 1943 They called it Operation Sugar Rush and Private Joe Kowalski carried its secret in his duffel bag: 12 pounds of dark chocolate bars stamped For Military Use Only. Joe wasn’t supposed to open them. But as his troop train rattled toward New York Harbor, a sobbing girl in a patched dress changed everything. She’d lost her doll. Joe slipped her a chocolate squar. Shh, kid. This is magic rations.Her smile cracked his resolve.
By Tariq Pathan 7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Golden Egg
Once upon a time in a small, peaceful village nestled between green hills and flowing rivers, there lived a poor farmer named Karim. He owned a tiny mud house, a worn-out plow, and five skinny hens that hardly laid eggs. Life was hard, but Karim was kind-hearted and never complained.
By Muhammad Bilal7 months ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
By Nadeem Shah I found the letter by accident. Tucked inside the back of my mother’s worn-out recipe book, behind a page smudged with gravy stains and faint ink scribbles about nutmeg, was an envelope that didn’t belong. It was brittle, yellowed with age, and sealed with a faded wax stamp I didn’t recognize.
By Nadeem Shah 7 months ago in Fiction
The Night at the School Library
I usually do not get called to substitute for this school library too often for they have a list that they rotate substitutes. Usually, I worked two or three nights a month at this location. The duties are about the same as for the public and college libraries for I still reshelve some books back on the shelves, but for the most part I am basically just running the vacuum over the carpet and dusting the furniture and shelves. As I was in the far back corner, I heard that all familiar phrase just like my other nights.
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Fiction
The Heart of Elderglow Forest
The Heart of Elderglow Forest Where Magic Breathes and Shadows Stir The forest of Elderglow had a heartbeat. It was faint, like the whisper of wind through chimes, yet every creature within its boundaries felt it. Sunlight spilled through the canopy in golden ribbons, catching on drifting pollen that sparkled like suspended stars. Streams sang lullabies as they wove through mossy stones, and the air carried a perfume of night-blooming lilies, even in daylight.
By Malik BILAL7 months ago in Fiction
Men on the Moon
Nobody at NASA gave a goddamn about the weather in Jersey. This fact, as true and as simple as it was, had not stopped my Aunt Rosie from pacing around the parlor all morning and pressing her face to the front window in search of thunderstorms. My mother had yelled at her for smearing rouge on the glass, and she, of course, had yelled right back. And soon, everybody was yelling.
By Muhammad Sabeel7 months ago in Fiction
