Microfiction

Pooh Meets Paddington
When Pooh and Paddington finished up with their new snacks of marmalade and honey, they decided that they needed a walk. Pooh said, "Let me introduce you to some of my friends." Out the door they went. Just a little way down the path they bounce into Tigger. Paddington wondered what's a Tigger. Is he a tiger or something different? Tigger in his usual manner showed him Tigger's bounce not a tiger. "Oh, said Paddington how interesting." Tigger bounced down the path and Paddington and Pooh continued on down the path wondering who will be next that they will see.
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Fiction
Groundhog Day of Coffee and Tea. Runner-Up in The Second First Time Challenge.
I had been heavy before. Heavy in the way people don’t see. Not the kind of heavy that slows you down, but the kind that keeps your muscles ready for war. I’d lifted things like people, grief, myself. I always knew where to go. Forward.
By Cadma7 months ago in Fiction
Picnic - A Breath Of Fresh Air. Content Warning.
They were billionaires having made their fortunes in weapons sales, and knew that at some point they would be subjected to a nuclear winter, so they built their bunkers where they would live when humanity was wiped out by the things these people had sold.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Fiction
Domino Effect
The old coffee machine in the corner of the break room at Sterling & Co. always wheezed before it dripped, a familiar, comforting sound that had punctuated countless hurried mornings. Today, it was the backdrop to Sarah’s internal battle. The quarterly reports were due in an hour, and she’d spotted a discrepancy, a small, almost negligible error in the sales figures from the North division. It was a single digit, off by a mere few thousand dollars, easily missed amidst millions.
By FlammyWrites7 months ago in Fiction
The House That Watches Back
I didn’t expect the house to breathe. But on my first night in Windlow, lying in the guest room with the crooked chandelier and the window that refused to latch, I heard it—slow, deliberate, like a sigh pulled through swollen old wood. Maybe it was just the wind, or the shift of ancient beams in the cool night air. Or maybe it was my imagination, already playing tricks on me.
By The Hope7 months ago in Fiction
The Witch’s Bargain
Once upon a time… a man was sentenced to death. No one really knew what his crime was. Maybe he spoke truth in front of powerful people, or maybe he just hurt someone’s ego. Whatever it was, his life was near end and he had no hope left.
By Usama7 months ago in Fiction
The Echo in My Veins
Aris Thorne’s favorite sales tactic was fear. “Feel that anxiety in your chest, Mr. Reynolds?” she whispered, her neural implant syncing with the client’s emotions. “That’s your competitors’ ambition… But our security AI can make it stop.”
By Habibullah7 months ago in Fiction
Blue Eyes
"You don’t even know them," Jaymie said, voice tight, juice untouched. Scowling, Harry reached for the butter . "I don’t need to. I don't like that sort of thing, I never have. You know that. Some things should stay… traditional."
By L.C. Schäfer7 months ago in Fiction
The Secret Room Beneath My Grandfather’s House. AI-Generated.
The Secret Room Beneath My Grandfather’s House Some secrets are meant to be discovered. Others, to be left alone. I never believed in ghosts.
By The Hope7 months ago in Fiction
A Sorrow Road
“Hello, old friend. Where have you been?” I looked up at a familiar face. It was like seeing a ghost, really. “Tommy?” I said in confusion.
By John Henry7 months ago in Fiction
The Library of Regrets
The Library of Regrets The night had fallen thick and silent, draping the world in shadows that felt too heavy to bear. Clara awoke to find herself not in her small, cluttered bedroom, but standing before an enormous, ancient wooden door, etched with twisting vines and glowing letters that whispered secrets she could almost understand.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Fiction
Just notice that to truly know where and when the depth of Your mind carry real Open heart
I had boyfriends who wanted to profit from my art, which led me to blocks from the inside out so I decided never to pursue that plan while they were in my life. But when I was free, not promoting myself, not exhibiting my work or anything like that, someone noticed my art and decided to buy everything at once, and I became a millionaire overnight. I spent all the money on learning what I loved I didn't buy a single thing for pleasure. I spent a lot of money to thank others and support them, but I no longer felt happy, it wasn't even half of what I felt before, and it was a lonely, lonelier path, so I decided to spend it all as quickly as possible, to give it away to those whom the universe had given guidance to, and when I became poor again, all my happiness and health returned to normal. From that moment on, I never dreamed of wealth, and this is not just one example from my life; I have been like this since I was very young, in my whole being. Having more does not bring a shred of joy, because all you want is life, health, joy in the present, and the courage to discover the world on your own.
By Abdullah khan7 months ago in Fiction