Microfiction

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
Faith in men. Content Warning.
"I have no faith in men." "What men?" "Those who populate the planet." "Aren't you one of them?" "Well, I'm a woman but yes, I populate the planet too. I have no faith in myself either."
By Paul Finglabout a month ago in Fiction
Into the Smallest Room
J glares at the small room he has yet to be able to get into. He's managed to get into every room, big and small, in this whole place. Even managed to get out of the door that leads to the biggest door—though it makes their human very worried; and there are too much open for him to personally. Jay says it is better for their mission if they stayed with their human. But this small room hasn't let him inside yet. J knows one can get inside. He's seen the human take the tiny mouse out of the box and then back in. He's watched from the corner of their eyes as the human opened a latch and sprinkled seeds and grain into the fluff and the mouse peaks out and drags each morsel to the bottom.
By Mellfordabout a month ago in Fiction
Ten Fingers
A young man walked into a smoky piano bar full of life and the smell of sassafras. Men with turbans and women adorned with golden jewelry sat laughing and drinking merrily.
By Restless Wandererabout a month ago in Fiction
Not Tonight
“You’re awake.” “I was.” “You don’t have to stay up.” “I know.” “You should rest when you can.” “I wasn’t tired.” “You said that earlier.”
By Courtney Jonesabout a month ago in Fiction
Instructions for Replacement
These instructions are intended for ordinary use. They are not a guide to reinvention, only adjustment. Follow them carefully and in order. Skipping steps may result in confusion, emotional exposure, or relapse. If done correctly, the transition will appear seamless to others. You will continue to function. You will continue to be addressed by the same name. Only the internal mechanisms will change.
By Courtney Jonesabout a month ago in Fiction
Where Am I Masha?
"Where am I? Masha is that you? I"m calling from my Starlink, and it doesn't seem to be getting any reception. I am on the Marinera, tanker and that dam Trump, set fire to it."
By Gregory Paytonabout a month ago in Fiction
Unanswered
“Hi honey. I'm sorry I missed your call, I was in my meeting. I guess you must also be busy at the moment, haha. I'm sorry I missed you and sorry you've missed me, I'd love to have heard your voice right now. I'm on my way. This long distance shit is killing me, I can't wait to be back home, hopefully work never sends me this far away again.
By Liam Stormabout a month ago in Fiction
The Baker's Paradox
Rutaa wiped the sweat draining off his bald head like a stream before drinking an entire goblet of water. The water wasn’t cool, nothing in his bakery was cool at the best of times, but the festival wasn't the best of times for a baker. He appreciated the humble reprieve none the less.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred
"Mike Singleton" "Who?" "Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred" "Why is he still being read, and increasing his reads?" "What are you on about?"
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Fiction
Immortal on Christmas
Putin stood through the Christmas service at the St.George Church, swaying from one foot to another, thinking Masha should do something to that damn knee pain.
By Lana V Lynxabout a month ago in Fiction
I’m Right
“How can you possibly say this is my fault? That would mean I’m wrong, and you know I’m never wrong, especially about this stuff.”
By Mark Gagnonabout a month ago in Fiction