Microfiction

The Devil is in The Details
My crisp, blue hiking boots steadily carry me up the hill. A light mist and subtle darkness have descended upon the land. The vividly grey moon smiles down on every living thing in these enchanting woods. Blankets of dazzling stars cover me tightly, sending a warm, loving, fuzzy feeling down my spine.
By Lolly Vieira9 days ago in Fiction
Earmuffs
The city-marked pick-up truck pulled along side the concrete barrier, its high-visibility, earmuff clad occupants shining a flashlight down into the ditch, into the ramshackle constructs and cluster of tents beside the highway.
By jl wood10 days ago in Fiction
Serve and Protect
Serve and protect, serve and protect. Uphold the law, for the good of law-abiding citizens. I wear my badge with pride. I wear my badge with honour. Protect and serve. That's what I signed up for. I stalk these streets, keeping the peace. Ensuring that the good people are safe from the riffraff that is becoming more of a problem with every day that passes.
By Paul Stewart10 days ago in Fiction
Cheers
Tina, I’m so honored to be your maid of honor! Haha. But seriously. I was actually proud of you for asking me. Obviously, I love you bestie!
By Sam Spinelli10 days ago in Fiction
The Train That Never Arrives
The train station had always been punctual. That was one of the things people said about Brookfield when they tried to describe why they stayed. The bakery opened at six, the river flooded every third spring, and the 7:42 train to the city arrived at exactly 7:42.
By Melissa 10 days ago in Fiction
The Man Who Never Blinks
When Mr. Calder started working at the post office, people noticed two things immediately. First, he never blinked.
By Melissa 10 days ago in Fiction
The House Across the Street
When the house across the street caught fire, nobody called the fire department. At least, not while I was watching.
By Melissa 10 days ago in Fiction
Infinite Fidelity. Top Story - March 2026.
Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for being here today. For those that don’t know me, I’ve been best friends with the groom since middle school.
By Matthew J. Fromm10 days ago in Fiction
Imperishable
“Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed— in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.” 1 Corinthians 15: 51-52
By Hannah Moore10 days ago in Fiction
What Now?. Content Warning.
I wasn't what you'd call a golden child. Let's just say that my single mom had her hands full. One of my earliest memories happened the summer before I turned five. My mom took me to the park. I was curious how far I could fly if I jumped out of the swing. When I landed, my squall may have awakened the dead. My mom came running and yelled, "What now, Lucy?"
By Julie Lacksonen10 days ago in Fiction
'Ware The Witchcraft
Introduction I was stunned bythis image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook The music is "The Witch's Promise" by Jethro Tull
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 days ago in Fiction
In Like A Lion
The murder of crows circled above, dread harbingers of his army’s advance. Pasha gazed at the hill before them taking in every curve as though it were a beautiful woman lounging on a chaise. Atop the promontory sat a squat square keep, its angles jarring against the rolling cliff. It was many generations older than Pasha dared hope to recite, the head and seat of some trumped up local lordling. All Pasha knew was that he lay in their way.
By Matthew J. Fromm11 days ago in Fiction