Microfiction

Left Behind
Bundles of unsent love letters gather dust in the bottom drawer of an antique writing desk, their existence known only to the drawer's wooden confines. Each letter, carefully penned with ink and emotion, speaks volumes of unrequited love and unexpressed desires. Their words, hidden away, hold the power to transcend time and distance. Within the drawer's depths, the letters become a secret solace, a silent conversation between hearts that never had the chance to intertwine. Their unspoken affections echo through the ages, carried by the whispers of the wind, longing for a day when they will finally find their rightful recipients.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Faded Photograph, Forgotten Moments
A faded photograph, once vibrant with captured memories, now bears the marks of time. The soft hues of nostalgia paint the worn edges, telling tales of moments that have slipped through the cracks of memory. Gazing upon the blurred faces frozen in forgotten moments, one can't help but feel a bittersweet pang of longing. Each crease and faded line holds stories untold, a testament to the fleeting nature of time and the impermanence of even the most cherished memories. The photograph becomes a cherished artifact, a doorway to the past, where forgotten moments come alive once more.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Unopened Gift, Uncelebrated Occasion
The beautifully wrapped present sits untouched on the table, adorned with a satin bow and delicate ribbons. It exudes an aura of mystery and unspoken celebration. Time stands still as the occasion it was meant for fades away, lost in the tides of life's unpredictable journey. The unopened gift becomes a symbol of missed opportunities, holding within its concealed contents the untapped joys and cherished memories that never came to pass. Yet, its presence serves as a gentle reminder of the potential for celebration that still lingers in the heart, waiting for the perfect moment to unfold.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
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By GRO CART3 years ago in Fiction
Unworn Wedding Dress, Unspoken Vows
The pristine lace dress, meticulously chosen, hangs untouched in the wardrobe. In the quiet solitude of her room, she recalls the love that once filled her heart. A veil of silence drapes over the unspoken vows, their promises lingering in the depths of her soul, never to be witnessed by another.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Abandoned Memories, Unread Letters
Dust-covered boxes lay forgotten in the attic, holding fragments of a life once cherished. Among them, a bundle of unsent letters reveals untold secrets and unspoken confessions. The author's words, locked away for eternity, now serve as a testament to missed opportunities and lost connections—a silent conversation that will never find its recipient.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Final Report
Name of Victim: John Smith Age: N/A Occupation: N/A (Homeless?) Incident: Disturbance; tourist complaint; mental illness undiagnosed; poor response of staff on car; headlock; suffocation; death
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Empty Crib, Dreams Unfulfilled
The nursery, once filled with hope and anticipation, now stands barren. Each night, the parents yearned to cradle their child, but fate had other plans. The crib, untouched by tiny hands, serves as a reminder of dreams unfulfilled. They find solace in whispered lullabies that fill the empty room, carrying their love to a place where dreams never fade.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
INTO THE UNKNOWN
The aroma of coffee awakens the researcher from his dream of soaring like a bird, high above an encampment in the redwood forest.
By Jon H. Davis3 years ago in Fiction
Red River
I watched as the factory poured its chemicals and garbage into the river, turning it red. It made it look like the river bled. They didn’t care that an entire community depended on this water to drink, buy filters they said. The best filters in the world couldn’t fix this water. Import water, they said. That was expensive and most couldn’t afford that. The animals were dying too, so we organized a protest. We stood outside, and while some of us cried, the rest of us stopped anyone from entering until they shut the factory down. This is our town.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Symphony
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city. In the heart of the metropolis stood an old theater, its grandeur faded with time. The marquee displayed the words "The Forgotten Symphony" in worn-out letters, barely catching the attention of passersby.
By Lawrence Mireku Adu3 years ago in Fiction
Mushrooms
The amber tint of glasses brighten the view, the sun has not shown in weeks. Unprotected, the fog penetrates to the bone. The persistent heavy gloom, fitting for what lies ahead.
By Meko James 3 years ago in Fiction