Microfiction

The Night They Met
The trees swayed too hard that night. Sophie woke up, blinking hard. All she could see were leaves and darkness. Head pounding, eyes burning. Everything stung. She tried to sit up and let out a wail. Every part of her was caught on something. A tree had come through her roof. She was trapped.
By Caitlin Jill Anders3 years ago in Fiction
The Music Box's Lullaby
From the delicate confines of a music box, a melodic lullaby wafted through the air, captivating all who listened. Its soothing notes wove a cocoon of tranquility, transporting listeners to a realm where dreams and reality intertwined. In this enchanted world, time stood still, and the melodies whispered stories of forgotten lands and eternal love. As the music box played, it unlocked hidden chambers within the heart, allowing dormant emotions to awaken and take flight. It was a testament to the transformative power of melody, a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, a single song could bring solace and serenity.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
One Last Laugh
Pushing their bicycles up the rocky path was a time for laughs and hunger after a day spent swimming and exploring by the North Sea’s inlet to their small village on Sweden's west coast. Storms never frightened these boys; they knew when it was time to head for shelter. This jaunt would take a life changing twist. As they felt the pelleting rain upon their backs the sky split open, winds whipped upon them fiercely, their vulnerabilities exposed.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Fiction
Business Luncheons From Hell
Jason was meeting a new client for lunch. He had spoken over the phone with her several times. They were promising an offer he couldn’t refuse. The way his life was headed, what choice but to hear them out did he have?
By The Man Behind The Mask3 years ago in Fiction
The Last American Girl
The world had come to an end. We all saw it coming. Through corruption, dirty politics, and nonstop wars, it was inevitable.
By The Man Behind The Mask3 years ago in Fiction
The Great Slow-Down
No one understood how, we just knew. Especially after walking properly became impossible.… They had done it. Whoever or whatever was hovering in front of the moon. It was their tech.
By Adam Clost3 years ago in Fiction
13 Seconds
Standing in his cell, awaiting his shipment to prison, Jacques St. Clair recounted what the judge said. “After a life of service, it only took 13 seconds for you to bring it all to an end. I hope your time in prison will go fast because yours is the second life destroyed by your actions.”
By The Man Behind The Mask3 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Horned Deer
Deep within ancient woodlands, a remarkable creature roams—the Golden Horned Deer. Its coat is a breathtaking tapestry of celestial gold, shimmering as it moves with graceful elegance.
By gijo joseph3 years ago in Fiction
The Memory of A Tree
I have seen for some time the changing of the world. Things rise and fall, cities come and empires go. In my vanishing forest; green turns to yellow and red and finally to dark brown. A slow fade into winter.
By Miles Pen3 years ago in Fiction
Revenge Of The 90s Movie Housewife
Every day I make my husband and kids their favorite breakfast. And every damn day, they wake up late and walk out the door with a banana. All that cooking and all they want is a banana.
By Alfie Jane3 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Breeze
In the gentle caress of the whispering breeze, keen listeners heard more than a mere rustle of leaves—they caught echoes of forgotten loves, long-lost friendships, and the gentle reminders of the beauty that surrounds us. The wind carried with it untold stories, secret messages written upon the air, and the soft murmurs of souls long departed. To those who paused and embraced the breeze, the world transformed into a symphony of untold tales, where whispers became shouts and the mundane became magical.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
One Last Storm
Pushing their bicycles up the rocky path was a time for laughs and hunger after a day spent swimming and exploring by the North Sea’s inlet to their small village on Sweden's west coast. Storms never frightened these boys; they knew when it was time to head for shelter. This jaunt would take a life changing twist. As they felt the pelleting rain upon their backs the sky split open, winds whipped upon them fiercely, their vulnerabilities exposed.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Fiction