Microfiction
The Lantern in the Fog
The fog settled over the village like a blanket soaked in silence. At first it was gentle, wrapping the streets in a quiet hush. But as night deepened, it thickened into something heavier, almost alive, crawling along the cobblestones and slipping into the cracks of every home. It was not the kind of fog that simply blurred the edges of things. This fog carried a chill that touched the marrow, a weight that pressed on the heart, and whispered doubts in voices that sounded eerily familiar.
By Sound and Spirit28 days ago in Fiction
A magical mess in the cyber city of Neonopolis
A magical mess in the cyber city In the not-so-distant future, where hoverboards zoomed alongside flying taxis and augmented reality was a common as a cup of coffee, the city of Neonopolis pulsed with an electric energy. It was a place where tech ruled supreme, and the only magic people believed in was the kind that came with a software update. But thanks to its tech-savvy citizens, the real magic was just a glitch away.
By Jazell carrasco29 days ago in Fiction
The Ballroom
The ball is in full swing. The music swells and flows as couples swirl together on complicated patterns. The pianoforte, cornopean, flute and violins make a harmonious sound a they play a mixture of traditional quadrilles and other patterns interspersed with more modern, more scandalous music like waltzes. Even rarer, a Highland reel can be heard, leading to raucous laughter as the eject couples attempt the complicated patterns. Other sounds like the clicking of glasses float around the musicians' music, sometimes complementing but more often competing as lemonade and wine are consumed by those gathered.
By Dionearia Red29 days ago in Fiction
A Nameless Person in an Empty Place
She felt nameless. It was an easy enough situation to slip into, watching the city slip by during her morning commute. She was as faceless, nameless, and insignificant as every other person on the hover bus. She was just another person dressed up in professional clothes, getting ready to step into her quiet, albeit stressful job, where she sat at a computer for most of the day.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA30 days ago in Fiction
Sack of Potatoes
What was I thinking of when I dragged you through that neon-lit back alley? The one where the dogs pissed and the cats slept with all the old restaurant scraps like linens. What was I thinking carrying you over my shoulders like a corpse through the ugliest part of town?
By Silver Dauxabout a month ago in Fiction
