Microfiction
The Lost Time Capsule
A remarkable discovery was made in Willowbrook, where tranquility abounds among beautiful green hills and babbling brooks, in front of young heritage enthusiast Emily Dawson, who was on an unusual journey that would forever alter the way she saw the things in this world. researching local history for what can be viewed as one sensitive project among many other long-term goals, which involves exploring every nook and corner! Along with studying through old records and speaking with elderly residents of the town, all of which were related to memories sparked by genuine events.
By Chiemela Joel3 years ago in Fiction
The Heist of Hope
In the dim lit room, a group of individuals gathered around a table, their faces masked by determination. They were not criminals by nature, but desperate times had called for desperate measures. Among them was Sarah, a young woman with a heart burdened by a sense of responsibility. Her sister, Emily, lay in a hospital bed, her life slipping away with every passing moment.
By Adeshina Adeleke 3 years ago in Fiction
Roy
Roy had everything taken from him. His wife, his kids, his home. He had to chase the rush; he doesn’t want to live dollar to dollar anymore. They’ll come back once he has completed his mission. His brother, Jon, doesn’t have anyone dependant on him. He has only ever had to look out for himself, which has come with a lot of recklessness but he wouldn’t hunt for the high with anyone else. 1:17 AM, security guard change over, Jon walks into the casino dressed as a dealer, takes an empty table and springs into action. He is the distraction; all Roy has to do is get into the back room whilst their attention is on Jon. It’s working, the security guards don’t recognise him, within seconds, the once empty table is swarmed. Roy rushes towards the staff-only door but it’s locked. No sweat, he can pick this. He scrambles through his bag to find his tools but freezes when he hears Jon’s voice. “Over there.” Roy doesn’t want to turn around. He already knows. He can feel Jon’s finger acting as the knife in his back. Roy flashes a piercing, betrayed look at Jon as the handcuff lock clicks.
By YesItsMocha3 years ago in Fiction
Life at 4:00 AM
The two young males, wearing black hoodies and dark jeans, came into the mini-mart about 4:00 am. They walked around the store seeming to shop and then came to the cash register where there stood a young clerk, maybe 25 years old. He couldn’t have weighed more than 150 pounds soaking wet.
By Barbara Gode Wiles3 years ago in Fiction
Psychological Horror
The old house stood ominously at the end of the street, its crumbling façade and broken windows hinting at a dark history. It was said that those who entered never returned the same. Samantha, a young psychology student fascinated by the human mind, couldn't resist the allure of the abandoned house. Ignoring the warnings of her friends, she ventured inside, eager to explore the depths of psychological horror firsthand.
By Ademola Samuel 3 years ago in Fiction
The Youngest
New Sweden University commencement ceremonies included a speech by the head of the class, egregia cum laude Barth Whitestar. At just seven-years-old the black boy had achieved the feat and entered the history books as the youngest graduate of a degree-granting institution.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Stolen
Nualla had become lost in the Gabayan forest. Cacophonous, harsh and discordant sounds came from all directions, overwhelming her senses, and slowly began to frighten her. A tiny bird sat on the weeping willow branch above her head, singing a soothing melody, Nualla found comfort and a bit of hope.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
