Microfiction

The Girl I Saw Crying on the Train
I wanted to say something to her. She seemed so alone and weak. I wanted to tell her that it would be okay. That she's not alone.
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Fiction
A Trip to the DDD
"Let's form two lines, please!" The worker's voice bellowed across the Department of Dead Dreams. "Artists and musicians to the left. Entrepreneurs on the right." The bodies in the dim, crowded space shuffled. The worker focused on him. "Hon?" He stepped up to the glass and handed over his form. "You want to take the cash payout or the trade-in?"
By Paris Giles3 years ago in Fiction
The Tagger
Which train car would he tag? And how did he choose? He would tell you there was no real method; it was all gut. Wolf guts: tooth and blood and earth instinct.
By Jennifer A. G.3 years ago in Fiction
Arms
I love to see an arm out a passenger side window, of an ‘87 Buick or a Volkswagen Westfalia. An arm baked brown over seven golden summers;
By Jennifer A. G.3 years ago in Fiction
Murders on Emily Road
Fourteen blondes. Thirty-four brunettes. Forty-seven redheads. Ninety-five victims in total. Cut. Slashed. Dismembered.
By John Dodge3 years ago in Fiction
Monster in My Closet
"There's nothing to be afraid of," my mother says gently, closing my door as she exits my room. Instantly, darkness fills the void.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)3 years ago in Fiction
The Toast
Fionn’s wedding was perfect, down to the hammered pewter napkin rings and dried Carline Thistles. The candle centerpieces bore the Claddagh, flames flickering, urging Seamus to raise his glass.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Fiction
Jackie's Red Dress
Jack Davenport sat under a bare flickering bulb. The only sound in the dingy one-room apartment rattled like a firefly in a glass cage.
By P. M. Starr3 years ago in Fiction
Fight Palace Blues
The stimulant hit hard. Verenne's body spasmed. Her eyes snapped open, blinked at brightness, recognized the source. Usually she was using those lights to work by, not lying under them.
By Peri Livesey3 years ago in Fiction
Cull
I used to be a government employee. We were fighting from within. We saw how the malevolence was using the ignorance.
By Samantha Rusk 3 years ago in Fiction
Mike’s New Powers
After the war Mike had to cope with losing his legs and one arm. It was almost too much to bear. That was, until learning to jump.
By Jason Morton3 years ago in Fiction
Perpetuity
There was a horrible, blinding light. She grasped the lever and pulled, hoping to avert the coming disaster! Panic swelling within her, she could only watch as the machine shuddered violently.
By Josh Matic3 years ago in Fiction