Microfiction
THE MOTH
Hapley was one of the most celebrated entomologists of his time, famous for his discoveries and infamous for his bitter feud with Professor Pawkins. Their rivalry had lasted for decades and had grown from an academic disagreement into a personal war. It began when Pawkins dismissed a species Hapley had named, and from that moment onward, the two men attacked each other relentlessly in papers, meetings, and public lectures. Their quarrel became legendary within scientific circles, stirring passions as fierce as any religious dispute.
By Faisal Khan30 days ago in Fiction
How to Maintain a Lighthouse During Prolonged Fog
Purpose A lighthouse exists to be consistent. It is not built for recognition, conversation, or feedback. It does not require acknowledgment from the ships that pass or the waters that threaten them. Its purpose is singular and unchanging: to remain operational.
By Melanie Roseabout a month ago in Fiction
The Hovering Cursor
Sometimes, restraint is the loudest truth. 💻⌛📝🤔🕊️🌊⚖️ At 10:45 p.m., Mavis reread the email for the umpteenth time. Every word bore truth. Events and witness statements. The credit unfairly claimed, the bribes stealthily offered, apologies that were never extended. Her cursor hovered; she changed her mind and saved the incriminating draft.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a month ago in Fiction
"My Bed or Yours?". Winner in Nothing But Voices Challenge. Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
⚡ "No one is going to understand why we did this together." "That's the beauty of it. Fuck 'em." "Just like we leave it a mystery how we met at that cemetery?"
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a month ago in Fiction
Jump-start Your Writing Journey
My dear friend Nancy had dreams of being a writer after commanding a classroom forever. She figured it would finally give her a creative outlet instead of taking up knitting afghans or cultivating orchids. She hated grading papers and wanted to expand her opportunities. As we met at Panera, she shared that she wanted people to read her thoughts and allow her personal legacy to live on. “Grand idea,” I said. “I want the same.”
By Barb Dukemanabout a month ago in Fiction
