Microfiction

The Sceptic's Companions. Content Warning.
Based on actual circumstances. Names have been changed. Beware the website you visit - it may not welcome you with open arms.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin8 months ago in Fiction
Muin
The temptation to wander has left. Dejection settles in its place. A guiding arrow, once followed with absolute resolve, formed from sunrays poking through foliage onto concrete, now points the opposite way. It, too, is unsure of the direction to travel. Conviction morphs into shame when the lack of progress is realised. Only circles have been walked. A forward propulsion by blind faith can solely result in being led astray, though knowledge of this kind is uncommon. Misguided trust is deceptively appealing. Typical when failing to confront beliefs. Sometimes it is easier to trust something outside the body, an external sign or omen. These harbingers are sought after with greedy eyes. Taken from unrelated anecdotes in the landscape. A cloud the shape of death; a tree the epitome of salvation.
By Mollie Narutovics8 months ago in Fiction
Vows Between Heartbeats
The storm arrived just past midnight. Rain tapped against the windows like impatient fingers. Thunder rolled through the sky, loud enough to rattle picture frames. But inside the small house on Maple Street, it was warm, soft-lit, and silent—except for the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor beside the bed.
By Muhammad Wisal8 months ago in Fiction
I Tried Living Without My Phone for 7 Days—Here’s What Happened
[27/06, 10:14 am] ChatGPT: Certainly! Here's a detailed story based on the title: --- *"I Tried Living Without My Phone for 7 Days—Here’s What Happened"*
By Muhammad ilham safi 8 months ago in Fiction
The Last Feather of Vithariel
The Last Feather of Vithariel They said the gods once sang from the mountain peaks, and the birds carried their songs across the wind.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh8 months ago in Fiction
Top 10 Historical Facts That Sound Fake but Are 100% True. AI-Generated.
Introduction History isn't always serious. Sometimes it's hilarious, unbelievable, and just plain weird. From bunny attacks to dancing plagues, the past is filled with real events that sound completely fake. But every fact in this list is true — and backed by records.
By Unfacted8 months ago in Fiction
Summer Holiday
The thing with being ... someone like me... is that a lot of existence revolves around not getting caught. There might be some who are brazen enough to hide in plain sight, but the thought makes me feel a bit uncomfortable.
By L.C. Schäfer8 months ago in Fiction
Arrow Storm
Send the sun!!!!! It wasn’t something many in the town had heard thunder from their Kings lips. Not in this lifetime, or the next, or the one before last. Centuries had passed and King Leonel was growing war-hungry, nearing his two-hundred-and-fifty-third birthday. She should have been here to celebrate.
By K.H. Obergfoll8 months ago in Fiction
The mirror of the second chances
A cold breeze danced through the cracks of the abandoned cottage as Maya brushed dust from the old mirror. It had been years since anyone had set foot inside. The house belonged to her grandmother, a woman known in the village for strange tales and stranger antiques. Now, after her passing, Maya had returned—not to reclaim her inheritance, but to find a part of herself that she'd lost along the way.
By Shehzad khan8 months ago in Fiction
The Lie That Cost Everything
Boredom is a dangerous thing—especially when you’re young and craving attention. A young boy in a quiet village spent each day watching sheep on a grassy hill. It was peaceful work, but dull. No one to talk to, nothing exciting ever happened. The sheep just ate, wandered, and occasionally made noise. Every day looked the same.
By Noor 8 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Drew Doors
No one knew when Eli started drawing the doors. They first appeared as chalk outlines on the brick wall behind his school. At first, they were just scribbles, wobbly rectangles with mismatched handles. But within weeks, they grew detailed—ornate hinges, weathered textures, little brass knobs that caught the sun just right. He never explained what they were, not even when his classmates asked why he never opened them. “They’re not for here,” he’d mutter, eyes drifting somewhere far beyond the playground.
By Asim Ali8 months ago in Fiction
The King Of Morning And The Queen Of Day
The King of Morning has been here forever, and he creates each dawn as he puts the moon and the stars to bed and wakes up the sun, preparing everything for his love, the Queen Of Day.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Fiction