Microfiction

New Moon - New Hope
The New Moon arrived without ceremony. No flares. No warnings. No headlines announcing catastrophe. It simply happened - the Moon aligned perfectly between Earth and the Sun, and for the first time in recorded history, the darkness felt intentional.
By José Juan Gutierrez 4 months ago in Fiction
Akatsuki Members as War Justifications
The beauty of anime is really in the details, to some it might just seem as cartoons but for the open minds, there is so much hidden in the details. Here is an interesting twist in the popular anime Naruto you might have missed, for those who might not know the Akatsuki were the main villain group the heroes were fighting against and throughout the series they had to take them down one after the other. The writer of this show didn’t just create a villain group made up of thugs out for violence, he put much more thought into their character than you might have realized.
By real Jema4 months ago in Fiction
The Line Before Silence
At 11:47 p.m., the phone rang as I was pouring the last mouthful of cold tea into the sink. The ring was brief and restrained, like two light knocks at the door, followed by a careful step back.
By lin yan4 months ago in Fiction
Another Christmas Carol story
Last week I wrote and published a Christmas carol story on the religious Christmas carols. Now I am going to try the same idea on the fun Christmas carols.
By Mark Graham4 months ago in Fiction
When One Flame Spreads
A single spark can light a thousand hearts. 🕯 In a silent corner of a snow-caked street was a lone candle -sentient, it seemed to have a watchful eye.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin4 months ago in Fiction
The Gospel of Gumption
The assignment from her editor was a footnote, a punishment for having annoyed a major advertiser. “Go to Gumption, Vermont,” the email read. “Cover their ‘Fall Furnival.’ Yes, with a ‘U.’ File 500 words on the quirky local color. Try not to poison the well.”
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
Roots and branches
My roots formed in uncelebrated places — In kitchens heavy with silence, In prayers said without witnesses, In hands that learned endurance Before they ever learned rest. They grew quietly, gripping soil That knew both hunger and hope, Teaching me early that survival Is a kind of wisdom.
By Awa Nyassi4 months ago in Fiction
The White Cliff and the Swift Dove
June 1942 · London The air-raid sirens tore through the London dawn. James Miller was in the vaulted basement of the British Museum, gently wiping the lens of a damaged theodolite. Three months into the Blitz, he had grown accustomed to the distant thunder; the steadiness of his hands had become a quiet form of defiance.
By Léo Young4 months ago in Fiction
The New Puppet Master
“How…how do you even know about your powers?” Elon stuttered. “I know myself very well. Call it a benefit of the ‘woke virus.’” Vivian smirked. “You have two choices: do as I say or die.”
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 months ago in Fiction
The Way Out
They said I could go, everything was done, and it would all be fine. They showed me the door and let me out. The door slammed, and in front of me was a stone spiral staircase, going down to an exit.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA4 months ago in Fiction
Where the Human Heart Still Speaks
Prologue Today marks the day of the Geminoids Meter Shower Peak and the 12/12 portal - associated with transformation and reflection.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin4 months ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse . Content Warning.
I inherited the lighthouse the day my father vanished. No note, no explanation—just an empty house perched on jagged cliffs where the sea screamed endlessly into the night. People in town said the place was cursed, said the last keeper went mad. I didn’t care. I wanted solitude, a place to escape the chaos of my life. I got more than I bargained for.
By E. hasan4 months ago in Fiction