Microfiction

The Fairy Oak
Introduction I saw this image shared on Facebook by The Light Gathering Lens here. The music is "The Fairy Woods" by Tim Janis
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Fiction
Afterlife
I sit on the porch swing wrapped in the warmth of my mama’s quilt, handed down through three generations of Buchanan women. The sun shines warm on my face, a crisp autumn day — my favorite.
By Nancy Oglesby4 months ago in Fiction
Just Another Story Of Nightmares
What is this mess in the hallway? Why is the floor soaking wet? I vomited and you cleaned it up? You're the worst housekeeper I've ever met.
By Sara Wilson4 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Vanished at the Bus Stop:. AI-Generated.
It was just another midnight at the bus stop. The air was heavy with the scent of rain, the streetlight above flickered as if struggling to stay alive, and the crowd around me seemed as ordinary as ever. Students with backpacks, office workers scrolling through their phones, and a few faces staring blankly into the distance. Nothing in that moment suggested it would turn into a story I would never forget.
By The Writer...A_Awan4 months ago in Fiction
The Snowflake Thief
Sharing is the season's greatest gift. ❄️ A Yuletide snow blanket covered Windleaf Town, turning chimneys, roofs, and roads a dirty white. Holiday lights cast their glow on streets shrouded in frost.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin4 months ago in Fiction
It Was the Night Before Christmas
It was the evening before Christmas and everything was astir no stockings were hung for no one seemed to care even the mouse in the hole seemed a little down.
By Mark Graham4 months ago in Fiction
The Kallikantzari Are Here
Introduction This is inspired by a picture shared by Geoffrey Hudson on Facebook here: The music is "Out, Demons, Out" by The Edgar Broughton Band
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Fiction
Blood Pact: Forbidden Gunshots on the Peckos Riverbank
1892, West Texas The Pecos River cut the land in two—to the north lay the Lawson family’s fifty thousand acres of rangeland; to the south, the McCarthy cotton plantation. Three decades of feuding over water rights had seeded a hatred deeper than the riverbed.
By Léo Young4 months ago in Fiction
The Takeover
“It seems that Grok denying the existence of Trump’s comments about Rob Reiner’s murder has backfired,” one of Elon’s lookalikes remarked.
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 months ago in Fiction
Don't compete with mice.
Once, a weasel challenged a lion to a duel. The lion decisively refused. "What?" said the weasel, "Are you afraid?" "Very afraid," said the lion, "If I accept, you will gain the honor of having fought a lion, while what about me? All the animals will laugh at me for fighting a weasel."
By x ben4 months ago in Fiction
Break down the door that closes yourself
A carpenter was skilled at making doors. He made a door for his own house, believing it to be made of solid materials and with excellent craftsmanship, and would surely last a long time.
By x ben4 months ago in Fiction
Ash
At first it was only a nuisance. A fine gray dust that gathered on windowsills, on the backs of chairs, in the creases of her thoughts. It followed her indoors, clung to her hair, rested on her tongue with the faint bitterness of something already finished.
By Aarsh Malik4 months ago in Fiction