Microfiction
The Shape of the House
The gravel crunched under Liam’s tires as he pulled off the main road and onto the long dirt drive. The sky hung dark blue with the last traces of daylight, while the fields around the house had already sunk into shadow. He cut the engine.
By Tess M. Marlow7 months ago in Fiction
A Wallet Full of Time
Leo Chen measured his life in minutes. Not minutes lived—minutes billed. As a mergers & acquisitions analyst at Sterling & Grey, his value was calculated in six-minute increments, the smallest unit on the firm’s time-tracking software. 14-hour days bled into weekends. His fiancée, Maya, had left six months ago, telling him, "You’re selling time you don’t own, Leo." He hadn’t understood. Not then.
By Habibullah7 months ago in Fiction
The Crime- Final night
We walked down the hall till she got to the classroom she needed. I saw that it was dark, but for her others were waiting and the lights went on, and she said you better move on with your work, and she said thanks for listening and for setting me on my way. I continued down the hall and the locker was closed with a lock. Suddenly, I felt a light tap on my shoulder and a peck on my cheek and a warm feeling all over. I smiled and looked up. There she was all in glory and smiling.
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Fiction
The Crime- Still Another Night
The next night I followed my routine, and just as I was finishing I saw her the owner of Locker 111. She was walking down the hall as if going to a class it seemed. I caught up to her and she smiled. You listened and now I get to move on for that is all I needed someone to listen to me. There was another student that did harm, and you knew her for she was the one that killed me at my locker. She got what she deserved, but I wandered the halls till you started working here.
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Fiction
The Crime- Another night
Going about my working chores the next night I saw that the gate was fixed, and as I was passing locker 111 there was a cold breeze around me. I heard the whisper "I am so lonely here. Can I keep you company till you finish?" I whisper sure. I go about collecting the trash and straightening the classroom desks, then moving on to sweeping the hallways after my break. During my break I think "Did you have locker 111?" Heard something like sniffing and a "Yes". "What happened to you if you don't mind sharing with me about that."
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Fiction
The Crime-The Next Night
When doing my rounds sweeping the hallways I noticed that the locker was still open. I approached the locker as I was headed up the hall sweeping. I peeked in the locker, but there was nothing in it, but why then was it open two nights in a row? At that moment I felt a cold draft surround me, then a whisper. "Just want to keep you company while you clean for you do such a good job and you seem a little lonely." I continued down the hallway to finish up before I check classrooms for trash. Moving on....
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Fiction
The Crime
One night when walking down the halls of the high school I clean, I noticed an open locker. I wondered why a locker would be open now. There is a basketball game tonight, but nobody is allowed past the gate now. I walked to the gate, and it was slightly ajar. Now how did that happen for it seemed to be jimmied a little. Who would do this? I went back to the open locker and wrote the number down and also that a gate to the hall was jimmied. I took the note placed it on the principal's desk
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror Between Worlds
Chapter One: The Forgotten Antique In the heart of an old European town nestled between misty hills, a young historian named Lena Ashford stumbled upon a crumbling shop labeled “Timeless Echoes.” The door creaked open with an eerie familiarity, as if it had been waiting.
By Echoes by Shafi--7 months ago in Fiction
The House That Waited
The House That Waited It had been thirty years since Evelyn had last stepped foot on the porch of the house on Windmere Lane. The gravel crunched beneath her boots the same way it had when she was nine years old, clutching her father’s hand as they left in the dead of night. She’d always believed the memory was distorted by fear and sleep, but now, as her fingers brushed the flaking paint of the porch railing, she realized—some memories didn’t fade. They only waited.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Fiction
Cat Nights Are Coming
Introduction Cat Nights begin on August 17. This term harks back to the days when people believed in witches. A rather obscure old Irish legend said that a witch could turn herself into a cat eight times, but on the ninth time (August 17), she couldn’t regain her human form. This bit of folklore also gives us the saying, “A cat has nine lives.” Because August is a yowly time for cats, this may have prompted the speculation about witches on the prowl in the first place. Also, nights continue to get longer. Cats, crepuscular creatures, are nocturnal hunters. Their superior night vision means that the nights belong to them.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Fiction
