Microfiction

Dark Day
Dark day. She reached the bus stop, head down, shoulders hunched. The sun warmed her head, incongruous to her mood. The sun should not be here on this dark day.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Roommate
So she saw me that way, wild-eyed with hair tossed this way and that buffeted on the Brooklyn breeze. Waking that morning, the first
By Allison Baggott-Rowe3 years ago in Fiction
Say no more
With rattled breath, he manages a smile while taking in the sight. Dust from wheat fields rose gently in the sky. Rays of sunlight burst forth, piercing through the dusky haze. Warm vivid colors blending as one large cloud, infused with a reddish hue.
By JBaz3 years ago in Fiction
A Good Ass Job
“I have the master copy of it,” Cedric Roan boasted. But it was a full one from his tone. “You’re kidding. What did you go to his house and bang on the door? Did you beat up an engineer in the studio?” Austin Kilburn still didn’t believe it.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
The Hunt...
The day started with my usual jog in the woods. The sunbeams were like spotlights, illuminating my path. About halfway, I stopped to catch my breath.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Fiction
The Ferocity of the Animal World -Part 2
Bradan Writes Stories (a Medium writer) issued a challenge that is made up of eight different parts, called the Seedling Challenge, in an endeavour to encourage us to grow as a fiction writer.
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Fiction
Levers
Mike awakes strapped to a chair with access to two levers. As his eyes widen and he familiarises himself with the surroundings, two airtight chambers are in front of him. One has the love of his life inside it, while the other has a classroom of children.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
Dearest Daisies
My heart broke for the little boy who led the cortege. He trembled, clutching a small bunch of daisies he'd picked himself, blades of grass resting on his recently-bought brogues.
By Courtney Harris3 years ago in Fiction
The Red Soil
In the time frame the travelers to Mars had sensed the welcome party of the other humans who had already made the trek, they felt in their bones the excitement. Every fiber in their body kept them looking forward to their own sense of being. The ride was okay except for the fighting couple. The male captain Alfredo Bally left the mic hot in the cabin.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Moving On
When the Empire fell, we danced in the streets. Men who held each other in joy that week fought in the supermarkets the next, as the food ran out. We cheered when the ministries burned, but wept when the fire spread to our homes. Our world with it's comforts in concrete and steel crumbled away, but what grew from the gentle grass after proved to be far sweeter.
By Kyle Short3 years ago in Fiction
''HEX''
In the small town of Black Spring, an ancient curse lingers, gripping the community in fear and desperation. The curse takes the form of a spectral witch known as the Black Rock Witch, or simply "Hex." Hex has haunted the town for centuries, bringing death and misery to those who dare to cross her path.
By Ebad Paras Afzal3 years ago in Fiction
Wound Worker
The fact that Hoddard Parchley didn’t care about the wounds he had suffered psychically showed that he knew of the pain but like salve to a physical abrasion, he could relax it all away.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction