Microfiction

Deserved
Whack! I am guilty, worthless. The cane came down across my seven-year-old ribs, pain ripping through me. I'd given Nanny a cold. I didn't mean to! Mum said I shouldn't hug her, but Nanny said she didn't care. Nanny hugs were the only ones I got. So, yes, I did deserve it, the punches and the kicks. The beating from the bamboo cane. The insults and the pain. Worthlessness again.
By Ruth Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
Unexpected love
She had given up on love, until he appeared. She was captivated by his gentle eyes and his laughter. They talked the whole night, about dreams and hopes.
By Sara C3 years ago in Fiction
Like Calls to Like
“Don't fight it.” Kyle couldn’t scream, she had gagged and tied him to a chair. “I'm going to love using you... Just like them.” Marly motioned to the wall behind her.
By RJ Lyons3 years ago in Fiction
The Orb
Snow crunched under Aiden’s feet as he struggled ahead. Winter blew in with force months ago, after something had fallen from space. He approached a crater with a shiny orb in its center. The orb appeared to be glowing red, as if it had absorbed the heat from the land. When he approached, the orb shot into the air, then disappeared into the sky. Once it left, there was a noticeable change in the temperature. Aiden, having completed his task, set off back towards his home to share his story and wonder about the orb.
By Eileen Roof3 years ago in Fiction
Love on a Summers Day
The sun shone bright on that warm summers day. Perfect walking weather. Matthew used to love these days. Until he found himself heartbroken. A five-year relationship ended so suddenly.
By Joe Harris3 years ago in Fiction
System Abusers
"Look at this mess, can You believe it, G?" "What mess?" She peered over, anger boiling through her veins, "Arrgh! Son'uva Bitch! Why does this keep happening?"
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
God's work
God and I work hand in hand in the garden. I pile the leaves he rots to soil, I sow the seeds he blesses with life. I add the water, he the sun, and we wait together. While we wait, we turn to the dying. He lets me know who is ready to go, and I give things a little push. He slows things down, I speed it up. When the flowers bloom, we rejoice. Afterwards, I collect the seeds, and add the bodies to the compost heap he blesses with decay. In the winter, we stay busy, waiting.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
Discover the Art of Deception through Captivating Stories by Judith Sanders
Introduction: In the realm of literature, deception has always been a compelling element that captivates readers and keeps them on the edge of their seats. The ability to manipulate and mislead is an art form that authors have mastered throughout the years. Judith Sanders, a talented storyteller, has crafted a collection of deception stories that delve into the intricate web of deceit and intrigue. From thrilling plots to unexpected twists, these narratives offer readers a thrilling escape into a world where nothing is as it seems.
By Lily Collins3 years ago in Fiction
The Bookworm's Haven
Within the labyrinth of bookshelves, a sanctuary awaited the bookworm—a haven where the written word whispered untold tales and characters came alive. The musty scent of aging pages intertwined with the scent of imagination, transporting readers to worlds both familiar and unknown. With each turn of a page, they embarked on adventures, embarked on adventures, their minds unfurling like delicate petals. Within this refuge of ink and paper, they found solace, inspiration, and a sense of belonging. And became a realm where stories converged, where readers and authors met on the sacred ground of shared narratives.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Raindrop's Journey
As it fell from the heavens, a single raindrop embarked on a breathtaking journey. It danced upon leaves, cascaded down petals, and joined the ripples of puddles, exploring the intricate tapestry of life. Along its path, it absorbed the stories whispered by the world, carrying with it the essence of dreams, sorrows, and newfound hope. The raindrop was a witness to both the ordinary and extraordinary moments, reminding us of the profound beauty hidden within the simplest of things. In its transient existence, it mirrored the ephemeral nature of life.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Faith ~ What Is in A Rose
She gave all she had, until... Orphaned victim of childhood rape, Jennifer always remembered her faith. She created a successful nonprofit organization to help orphaned children. One night, Jennifer was brutally attacked. Completely shattered, Jennifer could only think of church. She pleaded to Jesus "Lord, prove that I follow a faith that is true!" A white rose fell into her hands. Then a tear drop fell from the face of Jesus. When his tear hit the white rose, the rose turned red. A closer look inside what looked white petals, were communal offerings of the "Body of Christ."
By Steffany Pope3 years ago in Fiction
The Puppeteer's Strings
With masterful skill, the puppeteer deftly manipulated delicate strings, but little did the audience know that the marionettes were mere reflections of their own hopes, fears, and desires. As the puppeteer breathed life into these wooden figures, they embodied the human condition, showcasing the complexities of emotions and the interplay of destiny and free will. With each graceful movement, the strings whispered the stories of the puppeteer's own heart, echoing the universal experiences shared by all who witnessed the mesmerizing performance. In the puppeteer's artistry, they found a mirror that reflected their own journey through the labyrinth of existence.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction