Microfiction
Under the Crimson Sky
By Nadeem Shah The sky bled red the evening I returned to Raven Hollow. I hadn’t been back in twelve years—not since the night everything I believed in was shattered. The roads felt narrower, the trees darker, like the whole town was holding its breath, waiting for me to remember what I’d tried so hard to forget.
By Nadeem Shah 7 months ago in Fiction
Boiling Point
The heat robs you of your very will to do anything about it. Last night, I heard vans and jackboots outside my window. I woke up to the sound of tire treads over gravel, and a van door sliding open. I flinched when I heard glass break. I bit down on my pillow when I heard someone beg. I heard voices muffled by masks speak in authoritative downbeats. No questions; only commands.
By Tyler Clark (he/they)7 months ago in Fiction
Cicada Year. Runner-Up in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge.
The cicadas started screaming the day after they dropped him off. They hadn’t even pulled back onto the highway before the noise hit, a dense, buzzing, everywhere. Like the earth was trying to talk but didn’t know how to speak.
By Aspen Noble7 months ago in Fiction
