Microfiction

The Golden Horned Deer
Deep within ancient woodlands, a remarkable creature roams—the Golden Horned Deer. Its coat is a breathtaking tapestry of celestial gold, shimmering as it moves with graceful elegance.
By gijo joseph3 years ago in Fiction
The Memory of A Tree
I have seen for some time the changing of the world. Things rise and fall, cities come and empires go. In my vanishing forest; green turns to yellow and red and finally to dark brown. A slow fade into winter.
By Miles Pen3 years ago in Fiction
Revenge Of The 90s Movie Housewife
Every day I make my husband and kids their favorite breakfast. And every damn day, they wake up late and walk out the door with a banana. All that cooking and all they want is a banana.
By Alfie Jane3 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Breeze
In the gentle caress of the whispering breeze, keen listeners heard more than a mere rustle of leaves—they caught echoes of forgotten loves, long-lost friendships, and the gentle reminders of the beauty that surrounds us. The wind carried with it untold stories, secret messages written upon the air, and the soft murmurs of souls long departed. To those who paused and embraced the breeze, the world transformed into a symphony of untold tales, where whispers became shouts and the mundane became magical.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
One Last Storm
Pushing their bicycles up the rocky path was a time for laughs and hunger after a day spent swimming and exploring by the North Sea’s inlet to their small village on Sweden's west coast. Storms never frightened these boys; they knew when it was time to head for shelter. This jaunt would take a life changing twist. As they felt the pelleting rain upon their backs the sky split open, winds whipped upon them fiercely, their vulnerabilities exposed.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Fiction
The Cursed Quilt
Each stitch on the old quilt told a story of its own—a haunting tale that ensnared the curious and forever bound them to the threads of its dark magic. With each touch of the fabric, tendrils of enchantment curled around the senses, drawing the unsuspecting deeper into its mystical embrace. Those who dared to wrap themselves in its folds found their own narratives intertwining with the quilt's ancient secrets. As they unraveled the stories intricately woven within its patchworks.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Dancing Fireflies
The mesmerizing dance of the fireflies, as they waltzed through the night, mirrored the fleeting moments of joy in life. Each flicker of their tiny bodies was a reminder to cherish the magical sparks that ignite our souls. As darkness settled, the fireflies illuminated the world with their ephemeral glow, painting the night sky with an ethereal tapestry. Their enchanting ballet mesmerized all who beheld it, awakening dormant wonder and rekindling the flames of hope.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Eyes on the Prize
Rip headphones off and click disconnect. Caller went long again, twenty minutes left and my lunch sitting on the counter at home. The chalkboard tallying up sales to motivate us screams “LOSER” at me for the hundredth day in a row.
By Charlotte Stetson3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Bookstore
Within the cozy embrace of a quaint bookstore, tucked away on a bustling street corner, she stumbled upon a hidden treasure—an enchanted tome. Its timeworn pages exuded a faint whisper of ancient magic, revealing forgotten tales and granting wishes to those who dared to read them aloud. As she turned each page, she was transported to worlds where dragons roared and fairies danced, where legends were reborn and ordinary lives were transformed into extraordinary adventures. The bookstore became a sanctuary where the ordinary could shed its skin and embrace the extraordinary, where imaginations soared and hearts discovered new horizons.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Pen's Journey
The pen was more than a mere instrument—it was a conduit to uncharted realms. With each stroke upon the blank canvas, the writer stepped closer to a world where dreams intertwined with reality. Words flowed from the nib like rivers of possibility, bringing forth characters, landscapes, and emotions that leaped off the page. The pen became a vessel through which stories came alive, inviting readers to join the writer on a journey where the boundaries between imagination and truth blurred. With each word, they delved deeper into the labyrinth of creativity, discovering that the pen held the power to reshape worlds and change lives.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Bayou Moon
When I first heard the tale about the legendary beast; a werewolf that roams the bayou of Houma at night and supposedly stalks unsuspecting victims for food; I didn’t believe them.
By Joanna Blaze3 years ago in Fiction
Tortured past
Jayda stumbled upon a portal while exploring her old home. The second she stepped through; she felt an overwhelming feeling of dread. She found herself standing in her childhood bedroom, but something was different. The room was dimly lit, and everything was covered in a layer of dust. As she turned to leave, a figure appeared. It was a distorted version of herself from the past, staring at her with lifeless eyes. Jayda tried to run, but the entity caught her with its claws. She was trapped in her past life forever, tortured by the person she used to be.
By Sara C3 years ago in Fiction