Microfiction

The Sound of My Mother's Shoes
--- I was thirteen when my mother disappeared. No note. No packed suitcase. No arguments. Just gone. Dad told me she left us, but I never believed that. Not really.
By Izazkhan8 months ago in Fiction
The Day Kindness Paid for Coffee
It Began with Rain and a Stranger The sky wept softly that morning — a silver curtain of rain falling over the quiet city.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh8 months ago in Fiction
The Last War We Almost Fought
The Last War We Almost Fought My grandfather used to tell me stories about war. He fought in one. Lost friends in another. And spent the rest of his life hoping we’d never see another one again.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh8 months ago in Fiction
The Trial of Madame Claire Martin (Le Défenseur! an unofficial challenge)
They called her Madame Martin. The woman in the defendant’s chair had not moved once in forty minutes. She wore a grey dress, pressed to perfection. She looked like a woman waiting for a train.
By Tim Carmichael8 months ago in Fiction
Living In The Past
He was famous a long time ago, and very successful, but now he is nothing, he lives like a hermit, never speaks to anybody, and must have a miserable life.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Fiction
A Farm
We stood there face to face with an entity of a kind. Slowly the entity materialized. Before our eyes a woman appeared, but she just seemed sad. We asked, "Who are you?" "I am the great-great-great-great-grandmother of the owner of this farm and this is the house that started it all. I was hoping someone would see me in the window for it seems very few can see me, and I was surprised when you came to the door." We said, "We cannot still call you entity, so what is your name and how can we help you now, Miss?
By Mark Graham8 months ago in Fiction
Snowball and the Lighthouse Keeper's Heart
This Young Adult/Adult inspiration is led by Snowball, the self-appointed grand dame of my apartment complex. And A West Highland Terrier (Westie).
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin8 months ago in Fiction
Alaina
Grief. Is that what this is? That feeling in your gut that something is missing, something that should’ve been there but just isn’t.
By Belle8 months ago in Fiction
Science, eh
Journal of Dr. Jesse William Lazear Camp Lazear, Cuba, 1900 12 September Reviewed all prior exposures. Hypothesis remains unconfirmed through observation alone. Confirmation of Finlay's vector theory requires deliberate infection. No further delay justified.
By L.C. Schäfer8 months ago in Fiction
A Farm
We stood there for a moment, and the door was still open and all of a sudden the door closed, but not with a slam but with a kind of welcoming feeling. We both spoke up. "Who's here?" In the cold fireplace a fire was started, so we both walked over to warm up a bit. There was not much to this house, but this one room. We looked around. We felt a presence around us. We heard a whispering voice. "Can you help me? I want to go home." "Who are you? We will not hurt you." Please tell.
By Mark Graham8 months ago in Fiction
Healing Moments Under the Winter Sun: When Cold Meets Gentle Strength
On a biting cold morning, you push open the window and suddenly feel embraced by a beam of golden light—the warmth that spreads from your fingertips to the depths of your heart. Doesn’t it make you pause in your hurried steps? This winter, let’s explore together those healing moments lit up by the sun.
By Julian K Kiek8 months ago in Fiction
Grey Games
“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” I asked him softly, the words brushing my red lips. I knew the answer, but I needed him to voice it for me.
By Bérengère Balteau8 months ago in Fiction