Microfiction

This Isn’t the First Time You’ve Asked Me That
“Why are you looking at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like you’re waiting for me to say the wrong thing.” “I’m not.” “You are.”
By Sound and Spirit2 months ago in Fiction
You Said You’d Call If You Survived
“Hey. It’s me.” “I don’t know if this is even going to go through.” “The signal keeps dropping.” “I’m supposed to keep this short.”
By Sound and Spirit2 months ago in Fiction
Before You Leave
“Do you have everything?” “I think so.” “You think or you know?” “I know. Mostly.” “Mostly doesn’t help much when you’re already halfway out the door.”
By Sound and Spirit2 months ago in Fiction
Auction
"We have our first item, you can peruse and examine it, to get an idea if you want it. I know you two will both want this, so I am expecting an aggressive bidding marathon, but when the hammer goes down, the hammer goes down, and it will be the end of the auction for this item".
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction
The Reflected Ghost. Content Warning.
I don't know when it started, and I don't know if it is real or just my fevered imagination. I don't know. I'm not sure.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction
Grandma Lily Is a Mystery
In the state archive of citizens' records: "Hi, I'd like to find out something about my grandmother." "Hi, sure, let's see. What's her name?"
By Lana V Lynx2 months ago in Fiction
He Shows Up
Husband Appreciation Day is when we ladies pay tribute to our better halves - when we all can't always be better. He may watch sports permanently. Hog the newspaper. Or seem to sleep at all hours...
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Fiction
The Silence Between Objects
The room does not announce that it is about to turn against me. It never does. It simply pauses—just long enough for me to notice the space between one breath and the next.
By Hamza Ahmad2 months ago in Fiction
Give You - Give Me. Top Story - January 2026.
The Giving Hour I woke up ready, but went to sleep unprepared. I had no idea what the day would bring, in fact the day had started whacky. I had one sock on, my hair was a mess, and I had a cup on the coffee table.
By Charelle Landers2 months ago in Fiction
A Name Is Never Just a Name
Before she even existed, our daughter was already being argued over. Not about religion. Not about schools. Not about politics or screen time or whether she’d grow up liking dogs or cats.
By Iqbal 2 months ago in Fiction
The Price of Liberty
“Please excuse this sudden movement, ladies and gentlemen. We’ll be arriving at Nice Airport, Terminal 2, in fifteen minutes.”
By Anastasia Tsarkova2 months ago in Fiction
Dormiveglia
"Yes, I used to be in love." "And that is precisely why you are in rehabilitation. Come and sit down." "I'd rather not. Do you think the people out there are as happy as the government led us to believe? They seem beige to me--pleasant, flawless, but devoid somehow. I wonder if they have dreams of their own anymore."
By Jennifer Mckinney2 months ago in Fiction