Microfiction

Dracula 2023
It only takes seconds. Frank Gaston was looking for the monster that killed his sister. In 13 seconds, something drained her lifeforce, leaving her emptied. For three years, as the creature that murdered thousands roamed the streets, Frank had only one thought. Jack focused on revenge.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Fiction
Bloom
In the blackest heart of the deepest, darkest cavern... they bloom. Small, yet detailed. Gorgeous, vital. Colours vibrant and astonishing, where there's no light to illuminate their vibrancy, and no eyes to be astonished. Defying the treacly nothingness of the abyss they live in. Stretching against it, waving hope in the inky ether. There are so many - this one flawed, another larger, a few jewel-perfect.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
The Only Way
Other than the rustling of leaves and some bird song, the cabin is quiet. Katie is glaring down at the countertop through her fingers. Both men stand, backs against opposite walls.
By Abby Jacobsen3 years ago in Fiction
My Sweet
Cacophony. Discordant wails. She hadn’t known such sounds before. Your child wouldn’t caterwaul in this manner. That of a creature.
By Ray 3 years ago in Fiction
The Magic Eight
We were a team, the eight of us. None of us knew each other before we went through the caves that day. An earthquake in Georgia, who would have thought?
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Fiction
The Gambler and the Ferryman
Norman’s pocket purse was empty save a penny, and the debtors stood ready to collect with force. Life’s game was afoot with this one last gamble.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
dense wood, rocks, and seashells
Frayed rope holding chunks of dense wood, rocks, and seashells knock together. The wind reminds me of her… My teeth tear through flesh and my mind skips a beat... I offer her some… Fire fills the cabin, my mind fills with panic. I run for the door but there he is, blocking me. I shout with smoke in my lungs masquerading as oxygen.
By David Brandy3 years ago in Fiction
Ordinary Morning
The birds sang lightly, the sun shined brightly through the clouds in the sky, and the cat sat near the window watching the world pass by. The pup slowly stalked the twitching tail he now deemed his prey. He moved closer and closer until he jumped, only wanting to play. The cat, in fright, took off like a bat out of hell. Climbing the shelves, he made sure everything fell. Once he calmed down and went back to the puppy, the owner came in and grumbled, "You guys are going to be the death of me." For the day began quite ordinarily.
By E3 years ago in Fiction
Hope
My eyes shoot open. The ground is pressing against my body. I wearily scour my surroundings. Around me lie bodies. They're all void of life's light. I'm supposed to be one of them. Before me stands the monster who did this, covered from head to toe in my nation's flag. He's proud of his work. He's saved everybody by killing us all. I push myself up with my bloody hands.
By Tyler C Douglas3 years ago in Fiction
Fading Sunset, Unending Hope
As the sun descends below the horizon, its vibrant hues paint the sky in a masterpiece of colors. The fading sunset becomes a metaphor for the passing of time, reminding us that endings give birth to beginnings. In the twilight's embrace, hope ignites, unwavering and eternal. It shines its light upon the world, illuminating the possibilities that lie ahead. Each dusk serves as a reminder to hold on to the unwavering belief that within every ending, there is a seed of hope, ready to bloom and lead us towards a brighter tomorrow.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Whispered Regrets, Unforgotten Lessons
In the stillness of the night, whispered regrets echo through the chambers of a weary heart. Each regret carries with it a lesson learned, etching its mark upon the soul. The weight of past mistakes becomes a catalyst for growth and self-reflection. Those whispered echoes guide the way forward, reminding us of the resilience born from adversity and the resilience to rise above our flaws. They serve as gentle reminders that mistakes, though painful, can transform into stepping stones on the path to wisdom and self-discovery.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Vacant Chair, Unheard Laughter
An empty chair at the family table serves as a poignant reminder of the laughter that once filled the room. Its absence leaves a void, a space once occupied by joyful conversations and shared jokes. The air is heavy with the echoes of unheard laughter, a symphony of mirth that still reverberates within the hearts of those gathered. Memories of vibrant personalities and unforgettable moments reside within the vacant chair, waiting to be reignited by the warmth of companionship and the unspoken promise of togetherness.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction