Microfiction

Hyperdemic
Journal entry (1) May 16th, 2067—Albuquerque NM It has been one hundred and sixty-two days since chaos deprived humans of the right to societal advancements. Man is just beginning to adjust to this new detriment causing upheavals in life's delicate flow.
By Lamar Wigginsabout a month ago in Fiction
The Lesions of Devotion . Top Story - February 2026.
Every day I set myself down on the freshly cut lawn and strip myself bare. I take my guitar and finger the frets and pick at the strings, listening for dissonance. My life is dissonance. I twist the tuning pegs until each string sounds bright. Then I kneel, calves pointing behind me, kneecaps facing forward. All exposed to the breeze. I close my eyes and play the melody.
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Fiction
The pieces of a broken heart. Content Warning.
My heart was broken once again. Time never seemed to be enough before it shattered all over again. Fragments that soiled the world around me.
By Minou J. Lindeabout a month ago in Fiction
The Compliance of Ordinary Things
The first time the ceiling began to drip, everyone looked up like it was weather. It wasn’t water. It was thick and pale and slow, the color of skim milk left out too long. It gathered in a soft bead, swelled, and fell with a quiet, wet punctuation onto the carpet beside Reception.
By Lawrence Leaseabout a month ago in Fiction
The Moment Before Yes
The first sign wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t come with a bang, or a phone call, or a knock at the door. It came as a pause in the hallway—Mara’s key hovering in the air, the teeth pointed toward the lock like a question she hadn’t decided to ask.
By Lawrence Leaseabout a month ago in Fiction
Unspoken on the Twelfth Floor
On the first day Mira started at Hargrove & Sons, she learned the building the way you learn a person’s moods—by watching what makes everyone else flinch.
By Lawrence Leaseabout a month ago in Fiction
How to Fuck Around. AI-Generated.
Language is alive, and slang is often where it grows the fastest. Among the many expressions that have emerged and evolved over the last decade, few have captured the imagination—or the eyebrows—of English speakers quite like the phrase “fuck around.” At first glance, it seems crude, irreverent, and downright offensive. But dig a little deeper, and you’ll find that it’s much more than a simple expletive; it’s a linguistic mirror reflecting modern culture, humor, and social dynamics.
By Ayesha Lashariabout a month ago in Fiction
The Improved Version
Society expected perfection from Sandra. But is perfection perfect? 📚✔️❌❓ Ms. Sandra Lee always arrived in class five minutes before her English lesson was to begin. There was no reason for this day to be any different.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a month ago in Fiction
Fragments of a Perfect Whole
Today. Ritual. Morning begins. I count steps. Thirteen movements create my sanctuary. My colleagues whisper about precision controlling my existence.
By SUEDE the poetabout a month ago in Fiction
A Witness at this Stop. Top Story - February 2026.
The train stop lives in the heart of the city—a city whose name I don’t care to recall, as it does not care to recall me. There is a chill in the air, not consequential of the gentle breeze, but something more of a sensation, like goose bumps felt within.
By Belleabout a month ago in Fiction
Return to Form
You are sitting, staring at the green of the typewriter. It is enticing, nauseating. You gaze at its alignment, its decorative aspect. That is why you took it with you, after all: to garnish the space.
By Cali Loriaabout a month ago in Fiction
Something Has Already Begun (We Just Don’t Know What Yet)
They didn’t realize it had started until they were already standing inside of it. Not inside a room, not inside a decision — just inside a feeling, the way you sometimes find yourself already halfway down a hill before you remember choosing to walk.
By Lawrence Leaseabout a month ago in Fiction