Microfiction
Oh, Winnie!
The other day I spent some time with an old friend. I read his stories over and over again. He likes to sit and think a lot of the time, but he is never sure of what he is thinking for he is a bear of little brain, so he thinks. He enjoys his friends and his favorite snack. He knows right from wrong for he tries to help but always seems to get into a fix of some kind or two. So, he thinks and sings a little tune till something pops into his small mind. Silly ole bear.
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Fiction
That B*tch
So pleased I get to see his fancy new flat at last! I'm so proud of him, I really am. I mean, what mother isn't proud of her boy? Maybe all mums say this, but mine really is special. He's a good looking lad with a square jaw. I'm surprised he never brought a lot of girls home, because they do love him. And he's smart, too. Clever as the day is long.
By L.C. Schäfer7 months ago in Fiction
Hymen. Winner in The Shape of the Thing Challenge.
They called it The Final Mercy. The books said it rose from the churning blue waters after the Great Flood. It rose up into the air with all the majesty of the humpback whale. The waves subsided and land formed once again. An island twenty-three kilometres wide, thirty-four long. The great Gententia Strip. The promised land. The Fishbone Crown of Mercy had stood on its own pedestal at the centre. Burnished wood a phoenix to a people that would not be subdued. The chosen.
By River and Celia in Underland 7 months ago in Fiction
The Nun in the Dark
It was Ava’s first week in Willow Creek, a quiet, fog-covered town buried deep in Indiana. She had moved there for a fresh start, a slower life, and a clean break from the noise of the city. Her aunt had left her a small cottage near the edge of town, close to the woods. The place felt old and forgotten, like time moved differently there.
By CreepVille Horror Stories7 months ago in Fiction
The Wire Spider
He was an arachnophobe and an artist, so the wire spider was a difficult commission to complete, but he did it, and now it dominated his studio. He tried not to look at it, but it was just a metal creation, but it was a spider. He started to feel it was watching him, waiting to bite him and pierce his skin with its metal leg spikes.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Fiction
The Garden. Runner-Up in Everything Looks Better From Far Away Challenge.
The roses have returned. Pink and white, they sway gently when the breeze picks up. Perfectly still when it stops, as if bowing to the sun. As if breathing in the life they have been given. Oblivious to what lies beneath their tangled roots.
By River and Celia in Underland 7 months ago in Fiction
Lights Over London . Runner-Up in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge. Top Story - July 2025.
“Madam, you should come below.” Elizabeth took a long drag on the cigarette tucked neatly in the ornate silver holder. She ashed it in the ivory tray sitting beside an untouched glass of brandy. “You know Dickie, I still remember the fireworks at old Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee. Sat right in this spot. I was sixteen, fresh from New York. Archie and his father lined the streets that day, and god knows what they did once the fireworks started,” She watched the horizon alight with activity while the tendrils of discarded cigarette ash swirled into the night through the open sitting room window. It was odd to see her London street all alive yet silently empty at the same time.
By Matthew J. Fromm7 months ago in Fiction
