Microfiction
Mama's Magic Whisper. Content Warning.
If you see The Champ in public, you will see him smiling, waving, signing autographs. Yet his pain is always with him. His ability to disguise his pain was a discipline he had been crafting since an early age, and over time it was welded and wrought to near perfection.
By John R. Godwin4 months ago in Fiction
Shut It Down
The lookalike glanced up from its tablet as Elon walked in. “Good news,” the lookalike said, “I think we can get humankind on the side of AI and Optimus robots if we keep pushing jobs becoming ‘optional.’ And they loved that roasting people at a party bit.”
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 months ago in Fiction
The Room That Appears to Only One Person
If you believe, dear human, that your life is nothing more than daily routines—waking up early in the morning, going to work, spending pleasant time with friends, discussing household management with your spouse, taking care of your children and searching for the best ways to lead them toward happiness and success, then going to bed as a just person who wrongs no one and feels satisfied that he is successful—if you believe that all these beautiful habits are what every ambitious person strives for in order to live in a way that contributes to the success of any society… is that really enough? Is life limited to these daily routines until death? Of course not. And you must discover another world, no less important than your current
By ahmed mahmoud4 months ago in Fiction
A Day without my phone
Yawning, I stirred sleepily in bed, reaching for the edge of my bedside table to grab my phone. The time read 7 a.m. on the dot. I had an uneasy feeling that something was amiss, but I just couldn't figure out what. It took one rub of my eyes and a quick glance at my phone's screen to know what was wrong—ugh, my battery percentage. It showed a glowing 2%, or was it just my mind making my doom shine like the sun?
By Gift Abotsi 4 months ago in Fiction
The Observer Effect
Dr. Aris Thorne’s mission was one of pure, academic observation. Her destination: a Neolithic settlement in Northern Europe, 3000 BCE. The date: the Autumn Equinox. Her goal: to finally document the undisrupted "Rite of Balance," a ceremony where ancient druids were said to harmonize the dying sun with the coming dark, ensuring a mild winter. It was the holy grail of temporal anthropology.
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
Couch Potato
It had been an extraordinarily long day for Gary. Much, much longer than any previous day. Gary was tired, so much more tired than he had been on any previously long day he had had. I should sleep well tonight, Gary thought to himself as he sat down. Sinking deeply into his well-worn plush recliner, his thoughts echoed: I should sleep.
By Ashley McMahon4 months ago in Fiction
