Microfiction

Whispering Trees
In the heart of a mystical forest stood ancient trees, their branches reaching toward the heavens like outstretched arms. These majestic sentinels were keepers of secrets, whispering tales to those who dared to listen. The rustling leaves, like pages of an unread book, revealed stories of forgotten love, unsolved mysteries, and the ebb and flow of life itself. The interplay of sunlight and shadow painted a tapestry of emotions, drawing wanderers into a realm where the line between reality and enchantment blurred. As the wind caressed their branches, the trees shared their ancient wisdom, inviting all who approached to become part of the tale they silently wove.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Moonlit Dance
Beneath the luminescent glow of the full moon, two souls danced in perfect harmony, their movements an exquisite symphony of grace and passion. With each step, their feet seemed to kiss the earth, leaving behind trails of stardust that shimmered and faded like fleeting dreams. In this ethereal moment, reality merged with fantasy, and time itself stood still. Their silhouettes, illuminated by the moon's gentle caress, told a story of love and longing, of a connection that transcended the confines of mortal existence. The moonlight cast an otherworldly sheen upon their entwined forms, capturing the essence of a dance that echoed through eternity.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Just Another Day
September 11th, 2001, 8:00 a.m. It was a beautiful late summer morning and Greg Russo was running late. He didn't get much sleep, couldn't find his toothbrush, Lauren (his ex) called him right when he was walking out the door, and every taxi bypassed him until this one stopped.
By Miles Pen3 years ago in Fiction
Adjustment Period, the Rescue. Top Story - May 2023.
The US Army convoy had come to a halt. The poor woman sitting in front of the lead Humvee had obviously lost her mind. There was a spare one in front of her, lying in a pile of bones and goo.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Key
In the depths of an old attic, hidden beneath a layer of dust, she stumbled upon a rusty key. Unbeknownst to her, this seemingly insignificant artifact held the key to unlocking a long-lost treasure. Its tarnished surface told tales of adventures long gone, secrets whispered in forgotten chambers, and riches buried beneath the sands of time. As she held it in her palm, a surge of anticipation coursed through her veins. She could almost taste the thrill of uncovering the hidden trove, the thrill of rewriting history.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Summer Job
She was in aisle 6 when I saw her. Blue eyes, flawless skin, cute scrunched up nose. The guy placing her on the shelf; unfortunately, also cute.
By Ruth Rambles3 years ago in Fiction
A Slug's Life
Running late, Marvin crawled up the rock as he journeyed to the new crop of mushrooms down the log. 45 minutes later, in record time, he found his agent Gregory and cameraman Carl under the mushrooms shade.
By Savannah Martinez-Uhler3 years ago in Fiction
Embrace
After many long years apart, the two came together in a fervor. Their arms and fingers a tangled mess as their tongues danced hungrily across the other’s lips. They paused to take a breath and looked deeply into one another’s eyes. The past suddenly seemed so empty from the other’s absence, and they resumed their wanton embrace. As they lay down on the hard concrete beneath, unable to delay any longer, they heard the explosions in the distant, growing closer and louder and longer, until…nothing.
By Merrie Sanders3 years ago in Fiction
Comprehensive Guidebook of Fantastic Locations: Trains, Planes, Brooms and Blooms
“What happened,” Clara mumbled. Her eyes had yet to focus on her surroundings before she realized—she was moving quite fast.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
Unconditional
Ace was always the first one to greet me when I came home. It didn’t matter if I was in a good mood or a terrible one, he was always so happy to see me.
By Claire Jones3 years ago in Fiction
Beauty and Obliteration
The Mongols surrounded the walls of Baghdad like a plague of deadly fireflies but he was too busy writing a love poem to care.
By Miles Pen3 years ago in Fiction
Hill House
Emma obsessed over the ancient, eerie mansion. The bones were great, and given this market, the price would be daylight robbery, assuming her plan came together.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 years ago in Fiction