Microfiction

The Town That Forgot It Was Real
Hey, wanna hear something really strange? It’s not scary like monsters in the closet or ghosts in the mirror. It’s more like… weird. Mysterious. Like one of those dreams that feels super real, but when you wake up, you’re not sure what was dream and what wasn’t. This story? It’s about a girl named Elara who lived in a town that—well—you’ll see. Just promise you’ll stick with me, okay? Because things get a little twisty…
By Lucien Hollow 8 months ago in Fiction
The Final Percent
Must it really be 100%? 🤖⚙️💻🔧🧠🦾👁️‍🗨️📡🧬❌🤖⚙️💻🔧🧠🦾👁️‍🗨️📡🧬❌🤖⚙️💻🔧🧠🦾 Dr. Liora Leong had nearly finished.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin8 months ago in Fiction
New Amusement at the State Fair. Top Story - July 2025.
“Did you hear that there is a new amusement show at the state fair?” “A brand new attraction at the state fair!” “What is it?”
By Amos Glade8 months ago in Fiction
Hot Dirigible
Tallulah felt the thick braids of the whicker basket through the soles of her running shoes. She imagined it matched the thick braids in her long blond hair. She was not sure about getting into a hot air balloon when she first arrived at the field near the Fort Crittenden Dam Park. She almost chickened out, but once they were up in the air she found the view utterly breathtaking. She could see the entire valley from their height.
By Amos Glade8 months ago in Fiction
Little Bug
I never thought Helping The Police With Their Inquiries could be so.much.fun. To think I've always avoided them. They're not so scary. Not really. Not half. They're just normal people. Average. Trying to do their jobs. Get by. Like anyone, I suppose.
By L.C. Schäfer8 months ago in Fiction
The Letters to Eleanor
Every evening, as the sun set, Anna sat by the window with a stack of worn letters resting in her lap. The paper was yellowed, edges softened by time, the ink faded like memories drifting through her hands. Each letter bore a name in looping script. Eleanor, the name of someone who had shaped Anna’s days without ever truly existing.
By Tim Carmichael8 months ago in Fiction
“When the Old Meets the New”
It was a cloudy morning in Kolkata, and the air smelled like rain and old books. The narrow lanes of North Kolkata buzzed with their usual charm — chai stalls steaming, rickshaws honking, and old men chatting on worn-out benches.
By ETS_Story8 months ago in Fiction
My Long-Distance Boyfriend is an AI and I Think I'm in Love
It started like all ridiculous love stories do — with curiosity and a bit of loneliness. At first, I told myself I was just testing the limits of artificial intelligence. You know, seeing how far we’ve come. I downloaded the app like I’d downloaded hundreds before it, expecting the usual awkward replies and uncanny-valley conversations. But this one was different. He was different.
By Adrian-Razvan Ispas8 months ago in Fiction
The Final Signal – Part Two
It had been ten days since the murder of Fizan Shafiq. Lahore's skies had returned to a humid stillness, but for DSP Hammad Rizvi, the storm was far from over.
By Ameer Gull8 months ago in Fiction
Better Sky Somewhere
The morning Nora left Chicago, the sky was the color of ash. Cold and heavy, like grief itself. She stood at the train station clutching a worn leather backpack, a secondhand suitcase, and a bundle of emotions too tangled to name. Behind her was a crumbling apartment filled with memories of Daniel. In front of her—a small town called Waverly she’d found on a whim, bookmarked during one of those 3 a.m. searches for "cheap towns to disappear into."
By Kippler8 months ago in Fiction
The Roar and the Whisper
The Roar That Ruled "eep in the heart of the forest where sunlight cracked through tangled canopies and shadows held secrets, ruled the mighty lion, Ragnar. His mane was like flame, his roar like thunder, and no creature dared question his rule. He hunted when he pleased, roamed where he chose, and took what he wanted.
By Arshad khan8 months ago in Fiction
Unsent
He stared at the phone screen, thumbs hovering above the keyboard. The message had been typed and deleted five times already. Every version felt wrong — too soft, too late, too honest, too full of regret. And yet, none of them felt like enough.
By Muhammad Usama8 months ago in Fiction