Microfiction

Nefarius Shadowborne
In the depths of an ancient graveyard, Nefarius Shadowborne, a fallen angel stripped of his celestial grace, emerged from the shadows. His ebony wings, once radiant and pure, were now twisted and decayed, oozing a vile, viscous substance that reeked of death. His eyes, burning with malevolence, pierced the veil of darkness, seeking out the souls of the innocent.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Malachi Obsidian
In the realm of eternal darkness, where the echoes of suffering resounded through the air, there emerged a figure known as Malachi Obsidian. Clad in armor forged from the darkest obsidian, he stood as a monument to malevolence itself. The very presence of this cursed being invoked a sense of impending doom, as if the world trembled beneath the weight of his malice.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Lucian Midnight
In the forgotten depths of the ancient city, where moonlight dared not trespass, Lucian Midnight, the vampiric lord of the night, prowled with an insatiable hunger. Cloaked in the velvety darkness, his porcelain skin radiated an eerie pallor, accentuating the crimson hue of his lips and the hypnotic glow of his coal-like eyes. His very presence exuded an intoxicating allure, drawing unsuspecting victims into his malevolent embrace.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Morvath Blackthorne
In the depths of a forsaken realm, where shadows whispered malevolence and darkness reigned supreme, there existed a figure whose name sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. Morvath Blackthorne, a sorcerer of unspeakable wickedness, was an embodiment of malevolence itself. Legends spoke of his twisted pact with a demon, an accord that granted him unimaginable power while sealing his fate as a vessel of eternal darkness.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Zipping the Fly
Finding himself busting for the toilet, the blind man strained to picture where he was. The shopping centre was familiar to him, or at least its original layout. The stairs seemed in the same positions, the doorways kept unmoved. What he hadn't accounted for was the disorientation of thoroughfare stalls.
By Josh E.3 years ago in Fiction
A Samurai's Resolve
Amidst the chaos of the Mongol invasion, I, a lone samurai warrior, stand resolute on the precipice of battle. The scent of blood and burning villages lingers in the air, and the cries of the innocent echo in the recesses of my mind. In this defining moment, I find solace in the sanctuary of my thoughts, engaging in a powerful conversation with myself.
By Panos Kalsos3 years ago in Fiction
Chasing Reflections
Ah, neon colours. Vibrant. Lively," Yumi murmured, her fingertips tracing the glass wall, awash in a kaleidoscope of neon hues. "They’re so loud, yet silent. Isn’t that strange?" she wondered aloud. Her voice echoed back at her, seemingly getting lost amidst the shifting colors.
By Panos Kalsos3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Winter
It was midwinter in the forgotten town of Alabaster, the earth a muffled blanket of ivory. The snowflakes spiraled gently from the heavens, performing their mesmerizing dance. Amidst this snowy landscape, emerged a figure as if materializing from the chilly air itself. A woman, shrouded in the essence of intrigue, a specter against the wintry backdrop.
By Panos Kalsos3 years ago in Fiction
In the dance of the Aurora Borealis
In the distant reaches of the Earth, where winter reigned perennially, a woman dwelt who shone as bright as the morning sun itself. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in brilliant waves, glistening like threads of spun gold against the backdrop of the icy landscape. She had spent a lifetime in this land, and had come to know the endless snow and ice, the bitter cold that bit into her flesh, and the sky - a vast expanse of grey that stretched unending, a leaden blanket that seemed to shroud all of existence. And yet, in the core of her heart, there simmered a yearning, a thirst unquenched, a desire for an eruption of colour that would break the monotonous cycle of her monochrome world.
By Panos Kalsos3 years ago in Fiction
I get Computers ‘Putin’
The day where he would touch the sky finally came true. Mintner Cowen twisted his torso to look at them. They looked like fresh pieces of wood with silk or linen. But it was all skin and cartilage attached to the Bluetooth system in his spine and brain.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Unveiling the Path: An Intern's Journey
In the realm of learning, where dreams take flight, An intern embarks on a quest, their future in sight. With passion in their heart and determination ablaze,
By PS RP3 years ago in Fiction
FINDING FORTUNE
RIMS OF WATER RAISED TO THE TREAD HEIGHT AND STOOD for what seemed like minutes after his bike left the spot. It was top of the line, this new PHOENIX by Yamaha. All the rage among kids his age... and now, he had one. It spun off the lot where he paid the last of his first earned paycheck, cantered down the two lane roadway and out onto the north road toward their hangout. This was going to set them on their bare asses. So many fast scenes had raced through his mind up until now, that he could not settle on which scenario he'd play first. Instead, he revved the motor, popped his front wheel up and spun the back tire in a display for anyone who had not seen his pride as he left the lot. The tire caught the pavement and all atop it causing him to spin out on the electric green bike. It spun high after one quick flip upside down slide putting the highlight of a chartreuse yellow trail overhead... the divider line of the pavement... his last clear vision. When he awakened vision restored light of a different sort. Bright glaring white and trails of blue, blinking red and blurred sounds of voices near enough to reference him with unsure instructions to "move"... "roll" and "say."
By Carmen JimersonCross-Safieddine3 years ago in Fiction