Microfiction

How to Maintain a Lighthouse During Prolonged Fog
Purpose A lighthouse exists to be consistent. It is not built for recognition, conversation, or feedback. It does not require acknowledgment from the ships that pass or the waters that threaten them. Its purpose is singular and unchanging: to remain operational.
By Melanie Rose2 months ago in Fiction
The Letters That Arrived Too Late
The first letter arrived on a Tuesday morning, sealed in blue wax and addressed in handwriting that Emma instantly recognized.
By Asghar ali awan2 months ago in Fiction
The Hovering Cursor
Sometimes, restraint is the loudest truth. 💻⌛📝🤔🕊️🌊⚖️ At 10:45 p.m., Mavis reread the email for the umpteenth time. Every word bore truth. Events and witness statements. The credit unfairly claimed, the bribes stealthily offered, apologies that were never extended. Her cursor hovered; she changed her mind and saved the incriminating draft.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Fiction
Immortal? To Hell!
”Where am I?” Putin asked, feeling out his face. The words came out garbled, splatting blood all over his hands. “Hell!” someone boomed.
By Lana V Lynx2 months ago in Fiction
Breathtaking. Top Story - January 2026.
“Breathtaking. The view is absolutely stunning.” “I knew you would like it.” “Are we safe being so close to the edge?”
By Amos Glade2 months ago in Fiction
"My Bed or Yours?". Winner in Nothing But Voices Challenge. Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
⚡ "No one is going to understand why we did this together." "That's the beauty of it. Fuck 'em." "Just like we leave it a mystery how we met at that cemetery?"
By Lightning Bolt ⚡2 months ago in Fiction
Jump-start Your Writing Journey
My dear friend Nancy had dreams of being a writer after commanding a classroom forever. She figured it would finally give her a creative outlet instead of taking up knitting afghans or cultivating orchids. She hated grading papers and wanted to expand her opportunities. As we met at Panera, she shared that she wanted people to read her thoughts and allow her personal legacy to live on. “Grand idea,” I said. “I want the same.”
By Barb Dukeman2 months ago in Fiction
Faith in men. Content Warning.
"I have no faith in men." "What men?" "Those who populate the planet." "Aren't you one of them?" "Well, I'm a woman but yes, I populate the planet too. I have no faith in myself either."
By Paul Fingl2 months ago in Fiction
Into the Smallest Room
J glares at the small room he has yet to be able to get into. He's managed to get into every room, big and small, in this whole place. Even managed to get out of the door that leads to the biggest door—though it makes their human very worried; and there are too much open for him to personally. Jay says it is better for their mission if they stayed with their human. But this small room hasn't let him inside yet. J knows one can get inside. He's seen the human take the tiny mouse out of the box and then back in. He's watched from the corner of their eyes as the human opened a latch and sprinkled seeds and grain into the fluff and the mouse peaks out and drags each morsel to the bottom.
By Mellford2 months ago in Fiction
Ten Fingers
A young man walked into a smoky piano bar full of life and the smell of sassafras. Men with turbans and women adorned with golden jewelry sat laughing and drinking merrily.
By Restless Wanderer2 months ago in Fiction
Not Tonight
“You’re awake.” “I was.” “You don’t have to stay up.” “I know.” “You should rest when you can.” “I wasn’t tired.” “You said that earlier.”
By Courtney Jones2 months ago in Fiction
Instructions for Replacement
These instructions are intended for ordinary use. They are not a guide to reinvention, only adjustment. Follow them carefully and in order. Skipping steps may result in confusion, emotional exposure, or relapse. If done correctly, the transition will appear seamless to others. You will continue to function. You will continue to be addressed by the same name. Only the internal mechanisms will change.
By Courtney Jones2 months ago in Fiction