Microfiction

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
How to Human 101: Fence Building
Fingers tightly wound around handle, Lexi took aim. Tendons, muscles and bones working together to swing arm over head. Mallet struck wooden post; finally... unlike the last 16 attempts.
By Ruth Rambles3 years ago in Fiction
The Woman in the Coffee Shop
Every day Charlie walks down Main Street, hardly paying attention to her surroundings. Today, she glanced through the window of a nearly empty coffee shop and came to a halt, seeing something bizarre.
By RJ Lyons3 years ago in Fiction
The Changing Pool
The twigs snapped all around her. Whether from her own footfalls or another she was not sure. She thought she'd be more agile, more nimble. The proof of her failures echoed through the trees, in the depths of the dark forest. Not wanting to draw extra attention she slowed her steps. Ducked her head a bit lower.
By E. W. Lynn3 years ago in Fiction
Final Stop
“Final stop” the driver called, far too brightly, as the coach crawled to a stop. “Unless you fancy a trip to the depot that is.”
By Ruth Rambles3 years ago in Fiction
STRANDED
Lost in the Lunar Abyss My heart pounded in my chest as I gazed out of the small window of my lunar module. The barren landscape stretched endlessly before me, the Moon's desolate beauty captivating and haunting at the same time. I was an astronaut, part of a mission to explore the Moon, but now I found myself stranded, alone, and faced with the daunting challenge of survival.
By Victor Oyedeji 3 years ago in Fiction
Madam Tart's All-Magic Reproduction: Fine Ink, Candid Creatures and Second-hand Robe Repair
“Don’t consider me a teacher, consider me your friend…” Professor Grendelere cooed before being rudely interrupted. “No, no, no. You’ve pinned the pants on the form incorrectly my dear, clearly you never did an internship at the Cloak-and-Quill… I’m sorely disappointed,” Professor Grendelere hissed, her wand whipping furiously across a sea of fabric as the pins righted themselves on the silken material leaving tiny tears in their wake.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
Relax
Shallow breaths. Chest still. Stomach too. Pretend there’s a tissue on your face and DON’T BLOW IT. It’s all the protection you’ve got.
By Ruth Rambles3 years ago in Fiction
Playing Cards with Death
In a game against Death, she was dealt a hand empty of winners. Faced with losing it all, she gambled and said, “Hey Death, I’m all in. The winner takes it all.”
By R.S. Sillanpaa3 years ago in Fiction
Fiction?
Monday 12 October, 7.30pm 434 Bakersfield Avenue "911, what's your emergency?" "It's...it's my husband...I think he's going to..."
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
Killer Heels
You stagger across the hallway. Killer heels on your feet and vodka on your breath. You come across a lift. Somewhere in your alcohol-filled brain a memory from childhood stirs. How fun it was to press every button and piss people off. You do that now and giggle.
By R.S. Sillanpaa3 years ago in Fiction
The Others
They said it was for my own good when they put me in here and locked the door. They took away the key just like they took my freedom and my possessions.
By R.S. Sillanpaa3 years ago in Fiction